I stepped outside tonight to bring in the mail and newspaper. It’s a beautiful summer night here in the beautiful Ohio River valley, warm, and very clear sky. The lightening bugs make our trees sparkle and the stars are brilliant. I picked out the Big Dipper, and one of my favorites, Cassiopeia.
I do really like that constellation (Queen Cassiopeia). Why? She is easy to spot. She’s always somewhere around the North Star. Her shape reminds me of Sigma and summation. We humans sure are symbolically\acronymically-functioning creatures! Maybe our abbreviated shorthands make us more productive and lazy at the same time.Anyway...
Queen Cassiopeia was a beautiful woman who was chained into the sky for boasting that she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs (thanks to Poseidon who sided with his nymphs). Mythology is a pretty awesome phenomenon. Poseidon got around – quite the stud.
So, you can tell I like stars. I mentioned my astronomy teacher in an earlier post.... *sigh* (I can’t remember what I named the post, and I didn’t tag it. Dang!)
I finally remembered his name though; his face I’ll never forget....and all that beautiful long curly brown hair. A beard and mustache just take me away! Somewhere. Every time (well, almost every).
I’ve known men who had their faces hidden with hair for years who I thought were handsome as hell, then I see them clean-shaven all of a sudden. It’s like somebody popped the balloon! What’s this? There’s nothing good-looking about this guy! What did I see in him? But that’s not the whole truth of it, because then in a short time, I forget about it. The shock is gone, or it just really doesn’t matter anymore whether he has that beautiful face or not.Someone refuses to grow a beard or mustache. It’s not his thing and that’s OK. He said he did once and everyone told him it was dreadful. I'll take their word for it. Some things are better left to the imagination anyway.