If you're still wondering about the Scrabble, yes, he did beat me, by about thirty points.
Yesterday was the sunniest day of the year, and Tony and I were out early for the four and a half hour drive to Cardiff to hear Daughter's flute recital. The recital room was too hot, tuning was potentially a problem, but she handled it like the star she is and her music made my heart sing.
There was time to get together with Daughter afterwards for food, drink and friends, and we left Cardiff later than we'd planned, which wasn't a problem. Due to the first set of motorway diversions we saw a bit of South Wales we hadn't seen before. By the time we got to the second set, which took us twenty miles out of our way, we'd had enough. Then, at nearly midnight, the wonderful and unexpected happened. A shooting star fell before our eyes, bright and clear in the dark skies above the moors. If we hadn't been miles out of our way, we would never have seen it. Our second star of the day.
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Oooh! Riding stars!
Flute is fun, but I quit about the time the songs got long enough to make me light-headed from lack of air. I'm back to piano... and handbells.
A riding star! What a beautiful ending for the day.
Rina, she breathes through her ears! Deborah, yes, it was an astonishing Mistmantle moment, completely unexpected.
Oh, wonderful! I joy in Riding Stars...Those little dabs of silver light up the heart.
That's exactly what it did, Kaitlin, and when we were both tired and jaded, too.
In this part of the world, 11/12 August is supposed to be a good time to see a meteor shower, but the street lights make the sky too bright. No street lights on the moor!
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