October 17, 2005 is the date of a full moon. Strange things happen during a full moon. More babies are born each month on the date of a full moon than any other day of the month. Dogs can start barking and “baying at the moon” in an unexplained manner and if you look real close, all female gender that have a license to ride a broomstick, go for joyrides on that day.
It turns out that Oct. 17 is a Monday. We have carpenters coming to put in a new kitchen floor. So I wander downstairs into my little computer room and turn on the light. It flashes. It goes on. It goes out. It is burned out. Okay, no big deal. So I go into the empty kitchen before the workers get here to get a bulb out of a cabinet. Oops. We taped all the cabinets shut because we were advised that dust will be everywhere. So to get my light bulb, I had to strip off all the tape on the doors. Then of course was the retape job. I taped my coffee and coffee cup away along with utensils. Everytime I needed something, it was taped away in a drawer or cabinet. I didn’t let that throw me. Of course it is a full moon.
Then I get in my car to go to the mall and it is raining. The forecast was light showers. Light showers my butt. It is a drenching down-pour. So I got soaked entering and leaving the mall. Of course the explanation for these things is a full moon.
Now I notice my car is low on gas (very low) and I stopped to get gas in the pouring rain. I had been sweating from my walk and I froze in the cool wind and rain. Ah ha. Full moon.
As I turned to put the gas cap back on the car, I swore I saw a good friend driving down the street on her broomstick. I must have been halucinating.
The carpenters haven’t arrived yet but I can see envision the rain and slop and wet shoes making a mess in the kitchen. It was a vision wasted because the rain stopped and they threw old flooring into their truck in the garage. They never got wet. Now things were getting better.
The dentist called to move my appointment up. That is good because I like to get it over with.
11:00 AM the sun came out. Warm breezes and a beautiful day.
4:30 PM Christopher stops over to tell us how much he loves us. Yeah, right. He just wanted to pick up left over pizza from Dano’s party. It was nice to see his smiling face.
By supper time all was right with the world. We had survived another full moon. We expected the worst and we just blew right threw it.
So Grasshoppers, for those of you expecting to give birth, you’ll just have to wait for the full moon in November. For those of you with broomsticks, I suggest parking them along with your SUVs. And for those of you who think strange things happen to you on a full moon, it is not true. Unless of course you are superstitious and need excuses to explain strange things.
Love,
Dad