Wow, we’ve been having a good time here talking about the stars, and stardust. It must have been some of those sprinkles I put on my daughter’s card; it has really ended up in the most interesting places!
Yes, I really like astrology and have found E2 who eggs me on! And RV John just loves those eggs! LOL! It will be interesting to see what the stars hold for you, my friend!
I call the photo Starry Eye. I photographed the book cover from Margaret Atwood’s The Penelopiad and cropped it.
Starry eyed – Definitions:
1) Having a naively enthusiastic, overoptimistic, or romantic view; unrealistic: a starry-eyed reformer; starry-eyed idealism
2) Given to naive wishes, judgments, etc.; full of unsophisticated optimism; gullible
3) Expecting the best in this best of all possible worlds; “in an optimistic mood”; “optimistic plans”; “took an optimistic view”
I got the first call on my new phone today. It was so nice to hear the ring, and not the old T-Mobile jingle I had. I used that one because the one I really liked better is the one my deceased partner had, and I couldn’t bear to use it. So now I have a new one I like much better. My friend in Tucson called and talked for – I don’t want to say how long, but for a long time…
Then tonight my son called. We hadn’t spoken in a very long time, months it’s been. So it was nice to hear his voice and catch up on what his family is doing. He is married and has two beautiful small daughters, ages seven and three. They are cutie-pies. Both of my children live back East so seeing them is not very often, and telephone visits have been infrequent. I guess that’s why I love email. I can be a little more current with them that way.
by Hoagy Carmichael
And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadows of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're apart You wander down the lane and far away Leaving me a song that will not die Love is now the stardust of yesterday The music of the years gone by Sometimes I wonder why I spend The lonely night dreaming of a song The melody haunts my reverie And I am once again with you When our love was new And each kiss an inspiration But that was long ago Now my consolation Is in the stardust of a song Beside a garden wall When stars are bright You are in my arms The nightingale tells his fairy tale A paradise where roses bloom Though I dream in vain In my heart it will remain My stardust melody