That moon! It was awesome. When I walked out Saturday night I felt like I could reach up and touch it. It was as big as a Moon Pie!
On the other hand, I am very weepy. Even this morning, thinking about the enormous task ahead of me to pack up and move to Memphis, made me tear up and I felt like climbing back under the covers. So many things to do and this procrastinator has only made a list. This procrastinator has only moved some stuff around in the house, like shuffling a deck of cards.
My daughter called with a problem and I slipped back into old behavior and got very upset because there was not a chance in hell I could solve the problem. And I felt like she needed to ride out the consequences to ensure she would never stumble down this particular path again. It will not kill her, it will certainly inconvenience her for several days, but it will be OK in the end. I felt like crying in my frustration.
When I was shuffling things around and hiding stuff in the closet and calling it rearranging the closet I came across the bag of my fathers hats.
I opened it and breathed deeply. The familiar smell of him was still there.
And then I cried.
I blame it all on the Moon.