Last night was the first night for the perfect viewing of the Perseids.
We sat on the rock, overlooking the city. We had never met up there before. With the city glitter below us, we watched as the stars fell. “How many stars will fall tonight?” “Not nearly as many as in your eyes.” The line was cheesy and stupid, but it made me melt, and melt I did, in his arms.
A warm, summer’s night. The hot surface of the rock below us. The stars falling above us. The twinkling of the city lights in the distance.
I was surprised that no cars traveled through the street. It’s a back road, but the traffic is frequent on most summer nights. Not last night. Last night it was all our own. The world was empty except for us and the falling stars.
Tuesday cannot get here fast enough.
Le Festival de Solstice d’ete
There’s a Summer Solstice Festival tonight, to celebrate The Longest Day. I remember attending one several years ago, and I had a sudden pang for the apple stands. They serve juice, cider, sauce, melt-in-your-mouth chips, whole apples, and several other natural, unsweetened apple goods. I want to go just to dance in the moonlight with fireflies twinkling around me.
I don’t think I can convince my husband to go tonight, though. See, he’s mad at me right now. XD His older brother was singing a bad parody of Me Again Margaret, only he was singing it about my husband, and the story was that he was getting perverted phone calls and discovered himself, sexually, at the age of 28. It’s old meme around here. His brother has been singing it for going on six years now. It’s really no big deal. But when he started singing it today, I burst out laughing. Of course my husband failed to see the humor in it. Huh. These are grown men in their 30s and 40s. But I am the immature one? Ok. It was totally worth it, though.
Maybe I’ll go to the Summer Solstice Festival by myself tonight.
Beauté fragile
There was a downpour today while I was gone to get the dessert for dinner. Rain covered the car. The windows steamed up. A semi zoomed past me on the interstate and caused water to be splashed over the windshield; the cascading water made it impossible to see. I considered pulling over until the storm let up. Lightening danced on both sides of the street. It wasn’t safe for me to be out there. Luckily, there wasn’t much traffic, and I was able to wipe a small section of the fog off the windshield and creep home. No wrecks. Just some annoyance. It seems unrealistic, now, that there was ever a storm. There’s not a cloud in the deep blue sky. The stars are out, twinkling in the sky. The wind is calm. The air is cool. Only the puddles in the street remind me of the rain storm today.
I almost want to ask my husband if he wants to go out for a night ride, but I won’t. I’ve thought about climbing up to the roof and gazing through the telescope mounted there. Just to see the rings of Saturn. I haven’t dared look for it since my eye operation over five years ago. Mucking through my past files brought up my old list of things I wanted to do now that I was able to see clearly now. Seeing the rings on Saturn, which is possible through my telescope, was near the top of the list. I was never able to see them before because my eyes were so bad. I fear the roof. It’s silly. I have nothing to be afraid of, but I can’t get up my courage to climb the stairs and just use the telescope or gaze around the neighborhood.
My birthday is complete today. I got the last of my presents today. Another book and a pair of navy blue Chucks. It seems my boss wasn’t too keen on me wearing white-with-iridescent-stars Chucks in the lab. At least now I won’t be annoying my boss. I love Chucks. I could live in them. Some people joke that I do live in them.
I think I need a night out with my husband. For one night, that’s all I ask. We deserve it, right?
Sérénade Céleste
When did summer creep up on us? I was making a cookie pie tonight and I had to turn off the air conditioner, and I heard the jar flies singing outside. When I sat down to write this entry, I saw fireflies outside the bedroom window. A night sky filled with mischievous fireflies is quite serene. It filled me with a sense of peace.
Chanson du soir
It was quiet as I slipped out of the house. The summer night air was warm and calm. No wind, no clouds, no traffic. Just me and the warm air and the night sky. There was a higher breeze. One that ruffled the tops of the trees, but left the grass below still. I quickly made my way to the swing that sits underneath the old rock maples. I pushed back the canopy to the swing, to watch the stars in their night song as they played in the sky above me. Saturn and Spica were clear in the sky dotted with a thousand lights. For some reason, the night sky was more vibrant tonight. I don’t know why. Possibly because I am aging? 
Regulus peeked behind Mars as the sun faded into the west and all traces of the daylight were gone. Crickets and frogs began to sing in the darkness that surrounded me. The night air was warm and thick, but not muggy. The breeze that once only ruffled the tops of the trees now played with the grass below, swaying it to and fro, tickling my ankles. There were no fireflies in the distance, and I did not catch a glimpse of any shooting stars, but I heard the song of the night. The melody that played for those brief few minutes, before I was missed in my world and had to return. I am happy
So…All’s well that ends well, right? Probably not. I still have things that need to get done, but I have made all my goals this months, so guess what? I get to be spoiled this weekend. After tomorrow’s shows, that is. Part of me doesn’t want to fly across the country to see what I’ve already saw several times over. Still, it would be healthy for my husband and I to have a little time away from the kids, even if it is for just a day and a night.
I’m kind of surprised at myself. I didn’t think I could still make goals, but apparently, I can. I’ve been surprising myself a lot these past few days.
Wednesday I should have the results from my blood work and tests from Doc Dan. So if I don’t post tomorrow it’s because I am indulging in Seth MacFarlane goodness and not because of some bad news I got from the doctor. Keep me in your thoughts! Oh, and when my comments hit 1000, I will be giving the 1000th commenter 1000 Entrecard credits. So get commenting! I will also be setting up a link-back page, so if you link to me, let me know so I can add you to that page. Yep, spring cleaning my website. Hey, your not really a tidy person unless your website is clean!
Magic Stars
I love the programs I have on this computer. When I can’t get out side to see the stars, be it from my injury or cloudy conditions, or snow on the ground, the second best thing is to sit in front of my laptop and just watch the virtual stars at night. For as long as I want.
It just hit me… I’ll be 30 this year. Out of the terrible twenties. I’m not sure if that’s significant or not.
Actually I’m not sure of anything anymore. I used to have my life semi-mapped out. I was covered til about 2012 or 2013. Go to college, have some fun, get my degree, find a job, have some fun, yada yada. I can’t see that vision anymore. It’s locked away in some sort of time warp and the key seems to have been misplaced.
I’m questioning what I even want anymore. My mind seems to keep wandering to the freedom of roaming and travel. I’ve always been pretty sure what I wanted but as each day has turned into another month I become more confused. I don’t know what’s important and what’s not. It’s hard to see beyond one day let alone a month or a year.
I don’t make resolutions. I never have. I’ve spent my time setting goals and trying to see them through. I don’t know anyone who’s ever stuck to their resolutions. It’s almost like they’re made just so they can be broken. I’ve never liked the concept of breaking something I say I’ll do so I just stay away from that type of thing.
So in conclusion… I’d say I was just as confused today as I was yesterday.
Jamie aka: The being known as Wonder Girl, 30, mother of four, wife to one, she is a senior biomedicine student who is learning to fit in in the world around her. After nearly three decades on this planet, she still doesn't know where she belongs. Best friend of Matt, sarcastic, spoiled, apathetic, kutie brat, babe. Just your average woman, living in a not-so-average world, surviving by her incredible super power of being able to see right through you while
accomplishing more tasks than you ever thought imaginable. She is the being known as Wonder Girl and she is speaking, I believe. More? Aren't you brave!
