Seeing Stars

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

One thought on “Seeing Stars”

  1. Candide by Voltaire “”all is for the best in the best of all possible worlds” Been awhile since I red that. I use to have that book, don’t know what I ever did with it.
    “the best of all possible worlds” coin by Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz
    I love Wikipedia ……… it is so handy. Good morning!

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