If moon worshippers are lunatics, then tiffany and I are in for a second degree moonburn and a trip to the luny bin. Our idolatry of the battered satellite comes not by choice, but by admitting the obvious and inescapable truth that we are addicted to moonbeams. After having met, married, conceived and birthed a child under full moons we have given up and decided to accept our lunar tendencies. For the suntanned nocturnal folks out, keep your eyes on all that waxing and waning going on up there, it might be important. I say a moonth is a better measure of time than a month and it's worth setting your watch back a moonbeam or two. Solar power may be the answer to our oil depency, but if we're ever going to cure our addiction to normalcy, Obama's gonna need to throw a few dollars at lunar power. This waxing moon will be Stella's 13th and will be her lunar birthday (mine too) and the end of her first year finds us living in a trailer and bouncing around between campgrounds and guest bedrooms.
Cheers to Ryan, Leslie, and Crazy C who paid to come camp with us at the horse park. They left the prettiest horse farm in kentucky to come camp next to the basketball court with us and for this we are firmly convinced of their friendship. The horse park initially seemed like a good choice due to its proximity to Spindletop; living in a trailer park and swimming at the country club fulfilled a kentucky-bred dream of mine, but in retrospect the outdoor mall scene left a little to be desired.
Currently we are cozily ensconced at my parents place in Indiana. Last night we watched the firefly disco in their front field and this morning we had eggs that were laid yesterday, homemade biscuits, and jam made from strawberries picked last week.
If moon worshippers are lunatics, then tiffany and I are in for a second degree moonburn and a trip to the luny bin. Our idolatry of the battered satellite comes not by choice, but by admitting the obvious and inescapable truth that we are addicted to moonbeams. After having met, married, conceived and birthed a child under full moons we have given up and decided to accept our lunar tendencies. For the suntanned nocturnal folks out, keep your eyes on all that waxing and waning going on up there, it might be important. I say a moonth is a better measure of time than a month and it's worth setting your watch back a moonbeam or two. Solar power may be the answer to our oil depency, but if we're ever going to cure our addiction to normalcy, Obama's gonna need to throw a few dollars at lunar power. This waxing moon will be Stella's 13th and will be her lunar birthday (mine too) and the end of her first year finds us living in a trailer and bouncing around between campgrounds and guest bedrooms. 
Cheers to Ryan, Leslie, and Crazy C who paid to come camp with us at the horse park. They left the prettiest horse farm in kentucky to come camp next to the basketball court with us and for this we are firmly convinced of their friendship. The horse park initially seemed like a good choice due to its proximity to Spindletop; living in a trailer park and swimming at the country club fulfilled a kentucky-bred dream of mine, but in retrospect the outdoor mall scene left a little to be desired.
Currently we are cozily ensconced at my parents place in Indiana. Last night we watched the firefly disco in their front field and this morning we had eggs that were laid yesterday, homemade biscuits, and jam made from strawberries picked last week.
good to read.
ReplyDeleteseeing crazy c there w/ a big smile made me tear up a bit.
sounds like lunacy for sure.