Dag, I would have found a new spouse, mosh scoosh!
Hey! "Kismet"! Just finished writing about naming a kitten Kismet and then lookie.
It was a spectacular night last night, I was going out to my car and thought "what a pretty crescent moon" followed quickly by WAIDAMINIT... it was a nearly-full moon yesterday?!, double-take, figured it out. Was driving when it was completely eclipsed, kinda spooky, the night had a certain orangish-brownish cast. Seemed darker than a regular moonless night.
I knew I had typed the word kismet around here somewhere.
rog, that was in the air that evening for certain. but it is a good topic for poking at both of them. quite entertaining...
Artist: Lyrics
Song: Stranger In Paradise Lyrics
She:
Oh why do the leaves
Of the Mulberry tree
Whisper differently now
And why is the nightingale singing
At noon on the Mulberry bow
For some most mysterious reason
This isn't the garden I know
No it's paradise now
That was only a garden
A moment ago
He:
Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in paradise
For mortals who stand beside
An angel like you
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
There's a chance that you care
Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell him
That he need be
A stranger no more
She:
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Both:
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
She:
Until I know
He:
Till the moment I know
She:
There's a chance that you care
He:
There's a chance that you care
She:
Won't you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
He:
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
Both:
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell me that I may be
A stranger no more.
You know Letty, I don't think I've ever thanked you for the beautiful bon mots you place here at a2k.
I really like the way you think.
Ceili
I pull into my driveway just before 6 o'clock last night. It's cold out (well, maybe 35) but there is a steady breeze. The moon, full and white, is only about 20 degrees above the horizon.
I feel a little torn. I want to see it but the van is getting chilly fast and Prairie Home Companion is coming on and it is a live show from Chalottesville.
I had two tickets but we gave them to one of my employees who bought two (for himself and his lady) but, due to an error in communication, failed to get two for his parents.
We end up sitting in the van for two hours, listening to Garrison talk and joke about Jefferson, UVA and my home town. He makes no mention, though, of Poe, which strikes me as odd.
I start the engine every 15 or 20 minutes to get a little heat.
We are surprised (until we do the math) at how fast the moon rises. You can almost see it moving up.
Eventually the rust-colored shadow spreads across the face of the moon. It's pretty impressive, but it's time to go inside. It's cold, winter is coming and that's the news... -rjb-
Ah, Ceili, you're a gypsy..Roger is a university student and realjohnboy is real. Me? I'm an erstwhile hippy.
Goodnight from Florida, my friends..
