It's a Marvelous Night for a Moon Dance...

I really love that tomorrow is a Blue Moon.  Makes me want to buy Blue Moon beer to go along with my evening bask in its glow.  Instead I will probably pathetically- WAIT, not Pathetically...let's be upbeat.. "enthusiastically" scrape together change to buy a good sized Erdinger.  

I have not many ideas on the lore of Blue Moons.  I know that the next one is in 2015.  That seems so far away.   Being told that you can't have something for that amount of time almost feels dire.  Even if it's something you didn't want.  You can't climb a tree that's on fire until 2015! We like our options.

I feel the magic in this wonderful, rare event.  I plan to be doing something very important to me. I've been working on a letter to some people that has been long overdue.  I'll send it tomorrow, in the moonlight outside, with my Erdinger (and a small plate covering it - thirsty bugs!) and a long sleeved shirt (still thirsty bugs!) and my laptop.  I'm hoping for the best possible outcome.

Vague, I know. I wouldn't be a bona fide Scorpio without a little of that.   But it is a cleansing of sorts and however it goes, a new beginning.  

Let's all see the magic in the night!  

A couple of  Blue Moon bits:  (from the Infoplease website)

*"Blue moon" appears to have been a colloquial expression long before it developed its calendrical senses. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, the first reference to a blue moon comes from a proverb recorded in 1528:

If they say the moon is blue,
We must believe that it is true.

*The rare phenomenon of two blue moons (using the more recent definition) occurring in the same year happens approximately once every 19 years. 1999 was the last time a blue moon appeared twice, in January and March.

And for those who prefer magic over hard science, Simple Wiccan Magik Spells says:

Regardless of what you believe, the August 31^st full moon is an ideal time for potent spellmaking.  When you are celebrating the blue moon, you may follow the appropriate ritual of the zodiac sign opposite the one in play.  For example, the August 31st full blue moon in sun sign Virgo is a Pisces full water moon. This is an ideal time for spells and rituals to increase your clairvoyant powers and to tell fortunes and interpret dreams.  

You can also choose a different spell of your own desire or create one using the correspondences in my books.  Whatever you decide, know that the universe will be tuned in to your vibrations in a powerful way.

I will certainly be hoping that if the Universe doesn't have the exact same idea as me, that it will be just as wonderful as my own preference.  But I suppose after all that has happened, I should just wish for bygones to be bygones and to gain emotional and mental strength every day, because for one of the first times since my Flip split, I am feeling a bit like my old self in the days of Flip BC.    I'll be sure to throw in some gratitude along with my I Wish I May, I Wish I Might....

Apparently, Even Two's a Crowd

I've gotten pretty attached to this station on the Tele that airs all these shows from the late 70s, early 80s.  Actually they air Leave it to Beaver and Father Knows Best but since I don't watch those, they don't exist.  In fact, right now I am watching something that probably post Shark Jumping, shouldn't have been allowed to continue on film.  Three's a Crowd...the continuation of Three's Company without Janet, Chrissy, Terri, Cindy, Larry and one of two landlord choices.. a Furley or a couple of Ropers who should buy stock in Hot Chocolate.  

I'm having a wonderful Blue Moon beer and wishing that the promised thunderstorms did not stand me up.  

I'm having an Eh night.  It was a good night but when my mood is good, I can go above average and kiss manic.  I did stop on the way home to see Flip for about 20 minutes and chit chat while he boiled eggs on the stove.  He commented on my temporary Tallness.  I have yummy shoes.

We canoodled lightly and I left.  I expressed some feelings about stuff that sits in my Not Cool With folder and tried to leave it on an even note...which seemed to work.  He also said he'd call when he got back from AA.  I was under the impression that meant he'd invite me to see him for a little.  Silliness!  Nooo!  He can handle saying no...he's better at that than I.  I'm only good at it when I'm seeing red.  Earlier I had mentioned seeing him and he replied that he had to hit up a meeting.  So I chalked it up to a bummer and he replied that the meeting ends at 8pm, and that it's not too late.  This sounded rather green lightish to me so I prettied up by 7:45 and waited.  Eventually an email came through but said nothing about a visit. So I called.  He said it was "kinda late".  I was "kinda mad".  I figure if we were going to make anything out of trying to have a relationship that we have to make room for visiting somewhere between AA dalliances or else we may as well be on Match.com and exchange emails and phone calls.

All this after playing Carly Simon's version of  "You Belong to Me"  and territorial pissing on him with homemade Banana Bread on my way to work yesterday morning.  

Ah well.  Maybe I'm too much of a romantic sometimes.  Maybe I am too willing to forget and clean the slate with a scouring bulldozer.  It didn't work out well and I got the 3rd version of a story that I've already heard but now the details were different. Whether he left them out to begin with or just forgot them or really consciously changed things, I don't know.  Shit changed and I don't have an explanation that makes my hair relax.  

So F Bomb it....I'm having my 2nd Blue Moon and after seeking out some Thich Nat Hahn tonight to calm myself down a bit, am feeling much better.  Not better enough to have another sane conversation turned around on me like I'm swimming in the villain hat but doing ok.

The whole thing makes me wonder all types of seriously on what exactly I am seeking here.  What is being brought to the table for me?  It's not all about me...it shouldn't be all about anyone.  But I allow things to be about other people.  I'm a peacekeeper.  I'm one of those kids who was brought up in a violent home and would clean up the house at 2am to try and make things better after the parental blow ups.  So confrontation is not something that I really want.

I think I'll start a club instead.  "Parents for Oooo Baby Baby, Ooo Baby".  That's how we roll when we drop our kids off to school at 7:30am.  All blowin' up the Usher in the parking lot, going 2 mph over those speed bumps.  The teen has a great introduction to Dangerous with that hard core combo of speed bump and an Usher un-neutering himself.  

The other day I was pretty weepy.  There's an adorable chef in our cafeteria who is really young and reminds me of my Grandbaby Daddy.  Or as I like to think of him, my SIL.  However, my daughter is not currently with him.  So Chef comes in with a huge ass black eye.  My first reaction was to dote.  Because of course to me this dude is really my SIL, incarnate.  And he is hurt.  When I walked away after asking him what happened, I thought I would cry that this poor kid had quite the shiner.  Then I realized how nicely the purple brought out the blue in his eyes.

I'm going to finish this beer, turn off the bad shows and go read while the Golden Girls are on.  Cheers!

*Glug*

I am enjoying a Blue Moon beer to celebrate how much exercise I got in tonight.  It really helped to wash down that half of a caramel tart with chocolate sauce artfully zagging all over the top.  I've placed the beer in a teensy bit of a stretch from where I'm sitting in order to keep that calorie burning momentum strong!  Not to mention that I can see the remotes are at least two and a half feet away from me right now.  

I've known about On Demand for quite some time now.  What my eyes failed to ever focus on was that there is a Fitness section.  Welp, what can you do. Freudian sip.  Of beer.  

Now I am minutely obsessed.  I did an 8 minute work out as I waited for water to boil on the stove. Then a 10 minute work out as I waited for the pasta to cook.  And then, I watched my darling daughter joyfully eat while I hula hooped.  

Oh don't worry.  I had dinner. But I can't hula hoop within an hour or so after eating so sweat it out first.  I most certainly have tried though, and very well could have been a human magic bullet.  Stuff was swirling around and I gave up after five minutes.  Whew.  To the left, to the left. That beer is a small stretch to the left.

I have had the good fortune to be thin all of my life, topping the scales during pregnancy at 128 lbs.  Har har har...ye days of the former year.  

Then. The Grandson was born.  I know he's a five and a half hour plane ride from here, but he exists!  THAT is when the weight started piling on.  Ok, 10 pounds.  But for my frame and within a mere 6 months...that's piling.  So time to try and figure out...is it consumption? Lack of exercise?  Or....something else!  Now I'd like to petition the universe on this one - can we move the belly padding down to the butt or a little north east and west?  I really don't mind the weight that has gone there.  In fact, I can probably sit on the floor for an average of 10 minutes longer now before my butt hurts.  I can hear Sir Mixalot now...".Baby Got Back!  Oh....ewww....EWWWW...and BELLY! Hey what the hell!! Turn around girl! Turn back around!"

We won't blame the fling that started with bourbon in the fall.  Or that my former live in partner cooked a whole lot of starch.  It's gotta be the Grandperson.  Totally.  But thanks my cloth diapered honey bunch....I suppose I had to keep a little Buddha in order to swagger a little bootay.  

But now I have the almighty knowledge of On Demand.  And I will wield this power with great force and vigor.  Away we go!  After I finish the other two beers in the fridge.