Monthly Archives: July 2019

Sunday’s Gem — Moonstone

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Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ~Albert Einstein

A birthstone for June, along with Pearl and Alexandrite, Moonstone is a feldspar mineral exhibiting a watery opaqueness and something called andularescence (a fancy way of saying there’s a soft glow of light appearing to float just below the surface, rather like that of the moon glowing through a thin cloud cover).

This is an 83.7-carat rainbow Moonstone cabochon, oval in shape, mined in India. It sells for $355.72. Thanks to www.mineralminers.com for the photo.

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A Red-faced Moment

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You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm. ~Colette, French author

Have you ever done anything so insanely stupid that you cringe at the thought of telling another person about it?

Well, they say confession is good for the soul, so here goes:

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Have You Read This Book?

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A good book should leave you… slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. ~William Styron, American novelist

Normally, I’m reluctant to hop on the bandwagon when it comes to books everybody says I must read.

Maybe my taste in reading differs from that of the masses, or maybe I’m just flouting my rebelliousness.

Last week I went to our public library to check out Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens for my mom. When I heard it was “sweeping the nation” in popularity, I had to force myself not to roll my eyes.

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Unwelcome Guest

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Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were. ~Author Unknown

Come listen to the tale of a woodchuck pest
Who used my back yard shed as a nest.
He dug a deep hole,
Went out for a stroll,
And returned just in time for a much-needed rest.

Now Woody, or Chuck, or whatever his name
Probably decided I was onto his game.
He lay flat out
There was never a doubt
He was dead. What a shame, What a shame.

But hanging out clothes one Sunday fair
I heard a clink from the fence over there.
It was Woody, I know.
Or maybe her beau,
Dash into that lair with nary a glare.

I can only assume this rodent I dread
Was faking all along when I thought it was dead.
Didn’t mind all the flies,
Never opened its eyes.
Just knew it was safest underneath my shed.

 

Note: True story. Poetic form is a Limerick.

Sharing the Music

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Play the music, not the instrument. ~Author Unknown

We’ve nearly completed our summer Community Band season, and it’s time to take stock of our progress.

Concert #3, the cold one. I’m in the first row.

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