Ode to the Goose
By Luo Binwang
Translated by Mark Alexander
Goose, goose, goose,
You bend your neck towards the sky and sing.
Your white feathers float on the emerald water,
Your red feet push the clear waves.
I did a bunch of chores on Thursday morning, then I had a Kohl's coupon expiring so after lunch I went to Washingtonian and bought a couple of summer shirts plus a flowery long-sleeve blouse on a big sale. It was another 80ish-degree day, not too sunny, so I took a walk around the lake, and though I was feeling lucky just from spotting a heron who flew onto the rocks and a cormorant in the water nearby, I then came upon three families of geese and goslings feasting in the grass -- at least 20 fuzzy babies!
We had chick'n carbonara made with PigOut bacon chips for dinner, then we watched Cloak and Dagger, which has gotten really dark, and The Orville, which went all out for its season finale in many delightful ways, which makes me worry Fox expects their new Disney overlords to cancel the show. Afterward we put on the NFL draft just in time to hear the surprise that Ohio State's excellent quarterback was available when Washington picked, and saw Darnell Savage from Maryland get picked in the first round.