A pair of mallards has arrived at the pond! Two merganser pairs were there too. I hope we get babies. Here’s another game idea: cue up your high school decade’s music on Spotify and play name that tune/artist. Jonathan and I played over dinner last night. First, it was intensely evocative of adolescent emotion; we were both transported into our teen selves. It was also an excellent conversation starter. After “Let it Be”: “McCartney?” “Lennon.” “Wasn’t that a shock when he was assassinated?” “Yeah, then he stalked Jodie Foster.” “Wait, he can’t have stalked her afterwards; wasn’t he in jail?” “oh yeah…” “No, it was Ronald Reagan!” “That’s right – he shot Reagan to impress Jodie Foster, after he’d been stalking her.” After “Morning Has Broken:” I guessed Dan Fogelberg; nope, Cat Stevens. When I looked it up, I was surprised to see Eleanor Farjeon’s as the lyricist. Farjeon was a close friend of Rachel Field’s, and wrote one of the beautiful condolence letters that I quote in my book. Weird. Where will your game take you? My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 213: 156 words, TOTAL = 34,988; 25,012 remaining
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AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs. Archives
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