Perfect evening

Seeing Venus above the moon in daylight made me determined to get out and sky watch tonight.
The moon was beautiful.
The stars were out. Crystal clear and twinkling like a million tiny diamonds.
Saw a fabulous shooting star that looked like it dropped straight out of the sky.
The telescope worked perfectly for me.
The neighbours are away so my viewing was not spoiled by their love of having every light on in their house at all times.
I lost count of the satellites I saw after I counted ten in an hour.
I've seen new things.
I didn't freeze to bits.

This was all after taking my boys out for tea.

I read this today - a letter from F Scott Fitzgerald to his daughter (11 years old at the time) - it's well worth a read of the full letter, it made me smile.

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Worry about. . .

Things not to worry about:

Don't worry about popular opinion
Don't worry about dolls
Don't worry about the past
Don't worry about the future
Don't worry about growing up
Don't worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don't worry about triumph
Don't worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don't worry about mosquitoes
Don't worry about flies
Don't worry about insects in general
Don't worry about parents
Don't worry about boys
Don't worry about disappointments
Don't worry about pleasures
Don't worry about satisfactions

Things to think about:

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
F Scott Fitzgerald, 8th August 1933

May 10th is the date I have been given. Seems like a while away. But at least it's a date.