At Home Evening Group last night, we ended up playing a lot of charades. It's a game that fascinates me, because we're so used to communicating with words, and we're language geeks, so we think about words and nuance and usage and all those things a lot.
(In fact, I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to decipher a Wiktionary article this morning because some people on Facebook were discussing whether or not it is okay to use "their" singularly. We had taken a test where we got the answer wrong because we were unaware that, according to some style guides, you are supposed to use "their" in certain contexts, because it's not politically correct to just use "his." But these people were saying you need to use "his/her" because "their" is only for plural. So we went to the trusty Wiktionary which has a whole article on "singular they." I think the overall gist was "the correct answer is 'whatever the person grading/editing/paying you says.'" ...We paraphrase, of course.)
Anyway, my point is Athena and I are extremely dependent on words, so a game where you can't use words at all seems like a really good exercise in trying to convey ideas in a different way. Like brain training. It's especially interesting, because almost invariably, the person acting out whatever it is will do some kind of a gesture, and nobody will have any clue what it's supposed to mean, and so the actor will stop and stand there with a frustrated look on their face, trying to figure out another way to do the charade. And of course it usually happens after the same gesture has been done several times to no avail. Then, once everyone guesses it or time is up, they'll tell everyone what they were going for with that gesture, and someone will immediately have something where they can say, "You should have done this!" and the actor will be like, "Oooohhhh...!"
So whenever someone reminds us that such a game as Charades exists, I think, "Ooh, we should play that more often, to exercise our brains and creativity!" ...But we are also rather sedentary, and so the plot goes no further.
Today I'm thankful for having a good time playing Charades last night, Mom being kind enough to swing by and drop off her copy of the recent Sherlock Holmes movie, the tasty Cheez-its we had to snack on, getting a check in the mail yesterday, and predictions of rain tomorrow.