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”:
“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?”
“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
Robin 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.