Sorry. Lousy phone photo. But I just thought to say. . . .
I am moon sodden, and a little bit drunk, too. The day started well, and I felt fine. I had plans to do many things. After my morning routine, I went to the gym and then to Amazon Whole Foods. Usually I just go through the isles just to get what I need, but today, I meandered slowly looking at all the products they have. It felt like the days when we might go to the mall. I was captivated. I looked at things I never knew were there. I felt like Ili who always browsed and found some luxurious thing to bring home. Strange mushrooms. Local kimchi. Moon rocks or some mineral that would unclog your chakras. Guaranteed. I bought more than I intended. And it was fun.
Then I got into my car. The a.c. seemed on the blink. The car is 18 years old now, and though I love it, , . . Car prices, however, are over the moon right now. Oh, my.
Still, it could be a good day. Then something on the computer. I needed a password for Apple. Nothing I tried worked, so I changed it. After that, my messages no longer populated anywhere but my phone. Quel damage. The rest of my plans were shot as I attempted to repair the problem.
No luck, yet.
I picked up some Duval Belgian Ale and headed to my mother's. A neighbor was there. I was in the company of 90 year olds, but they were up for a drink. We were having fun. Then a snake came through the garage. My mother's neighbor jumped and screamed. That was the end of a good buzz. When she left, my mother and I laughed hard but with great sympathy.
I came home and grilled the massive amount of organic chicken I had bought earlier, enough for a week or more. I seasoned it and set it to cooking. I poured some wine. The kids showed up for dinner. I cut an avocado and some garlic and opened a can of organic beans. Dinner on the deck was divine. The weather is perfect, a cool, steady breeze.
I cleaned the kitchen, bagged the chicken for the freezer, and poured a whiskey. I played, once again, a song I put on for my mother.
What can I say. I'm a sucker of a romantic.
Low on whiskey, I made a liquor store run and bought some cigars besides. Home, I lit one and sat waiting for sunset. Friends began texting me pictures of the moon. Soon, I said. And when the cigar was finished, I grabbed my bag and headed for the lake. I was right on time.
Now, as the evening wanes, I will have a final drink and watch something good. Then it will be time for a full moon bed.
I hope Queen Mab will be gentle with me tonight.
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