I’ll be the first to admit it. I’m cheating. But it’s a lazy Saturday and I’ve already posted twice today. So deal with it.
How am I cheating? Well, when I saw today’s one-word prompt, “circle,” I immediately thought of Joni Mitchell’s song, “The Circle Game.” But then I remembered that I had already used her song for another one-word prompt, “carousel,” a few months back.
So I tried to think of another way to incorporate the word “circle” into a post, but my mind was stuck on Joni’s song. So I figured, what the hell, I’m going to recycle that earlier post for today’s prompt. If you like Joni Mitchell, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it, even if it is a rerun. If you don’t like Joni Mitchell…well, you obviously have no musical taste, so who cares?
The older I get, the more I feel that the years are going by as quickly as revolving doors or merry-go-rounds.
In fact, I’m reminded of Joni Mitchell’s classic song, “The Circle Game.” You know the lyrics, right? Sing along:
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time
We can’t return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
If you’re not familiar with this song, take a moment to listen. You won’t regret it.
Today is the final day of Suzanne McClendon’s “Back Where I Come From” September Challenge, so it’s fitting that the last question is a “reflection” question.
Day 30: What did you think of this challenge? Did you enjoy it? Do you have any suggestions for 2018’s challenge song?
First, I’d like to thank Suzanne for this challenge. I truly enjoyed conjuring up many mostly long forgotten memories of my youth and the town in which I was raised. That has been fun. And most of all, it was great to read how other bloggers who also participated in this challenge answered these same questions.
That said, though, I am a private person, so revealing some of the details from my youth did cause some discomfort. Also, there wasn’t anything special, unique, or even interesting about either my youth or my hometown. I couldn’t help wondering why anyone would want to read posts about the place where I was raised. Still, I’m glad I participated.
As to a suggestion for next year’s challenge, I got nothin’.
“Do you know exactly how much is due?” George asked his wife, Alicia, who was staring out of the kitchen window. When she didn’t respond, he said, “Earth to Alicia. Hello? Hello?”
“I’m sorry,” Alicia said. “Were you saying something?
“Yes, I was asking you a question, but you appear to be transfixed on something,” George said. “What are you looking at?”
“Oh George, come see this. It’s beautiful.”
Reluctantly, George got up from his desk and joined his wife at the kitchen window. “So, what’s so fascinating?”
“Do you see the dew on the grass?” Alicia asked. “The early morning sun is glinting off the dewdrops. It’s as if each blade of grass has tiny little crystalline pearls hanging on them.”
“Yeah, very pretty,” George said sarcastically. “But I gotta write a check to your dentist, so if you can take your eyes off of the dew, do you know how much is due?”
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. This week Dan Antion subbed for Linda, who is on a book-signing tour. The prompt for today is: “do/dew/due.” Use one, use two, or use all three.