Dear Diary,
The sun is out, and rather warmly so, notatal wan as it is oft wont to be, the wintry season. Took a longish walk about Walden Pond; more like a forced march. But it was good. Upon my usual bench, fronting the shoreline, I sat and gazed languidly upon the dozens of water fowl, bobbing upon the gentle, wind-driven waves. No motor boat wakes this time of year. Did, however, spot a kayaker away in the distance. Three - at least three - varieties of oak in the park: live, black, white, or mush oak, and then, perhaps a fourth. Don't know the descriptive name, DD. Reason I mention it, is because it is a deciduous oak, yet retains its crispy, brown leaves thru early spring. Most unattractive to the eye, but a delightful earful as the wind crackles in and about the headdresses of the arbores. Came home and left the front door open. Need some fresh air in here occasionally.
Tell you later about the flick rentals/ Linda Hunt/Penelope Ann Miller/ Meryl Streep/ Nicole Kidman/Julianne Moore -------- are you guessing?
C...