Thursday, February 28, 2008
I stared for a long time, through narrowed eyes, at the fading moon this morning, who (by the way) was looking quite perky and proud of herself. Humphhh. I wasn't squinting at the sky, oh no. My narrowed eyes, aimed directly at the third quarter moon, made a statement - it was my best attempt to let this moon know how much I disaprove of it.
That eclipse was one nasty jerk, not just for me (received bad news on several fronts) but for so many people I know. Bad breakups, people getting the boot from their jobs, or flunking important tests, being rejected by the dance company they had auditioned with, and on and on. Others got sick. Minor or major, this moon has been a bitch, though I'm sure there are folks who completely enjoyed the event. I just don't know any of them.
The happy thing is that the silvery disc, now just a half circle, will soon dwindle down and disappear altogether, allowing all of us to catch our breath and begin to recover from the frickin' February 2008 eclipse of DOOM. Don't get me wrong. There are many moons I adore, just not this one. No.
Luna? Honey? - don't let the door slam your ass on your way out. I mean it! Sheesh.