Moon Madness

Izzie is busy listening to a most intriguing tale on the radio about the Christian Identity Movement. Oh the joys of being a descendant of the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Not happy at all that these wacko conspiracists are sniffing us out.

But presently feeling rather more like a werewolf than a serpent. Strange that the first five days of the month was such a happy Izzie and then we end up getting a serious case of the grumps for our two days off - Thursday and today. The weather was glorious and there was even a big fat juicy full moon but the serpent was seriously neurotic and cranky
Even managed to stuff up the long anticipated moonrise picnic. Was sitting up at Memorial Hill - one of the few places around here with nearly 360 degree views of the horizon
Had the bottle of red, bread and cheese all ready for the big moment at ten past six. Or so we thought. It's rather cold and windy and very unprotected up there on the top of the hill so Izzie hid in a corner of the memorial reading about none other than the reminiscences of one Remus Lupin about his werewolf days. Was just after 6pm so it was time to come out of the hidie hole where we could get a better view of the horizon. It was then we seen the big red blob. It was half way up on the horizon slightly more to the north than expected. Did get to see it clear the horizon and slowly change to pink then yellow and then white but was still a bit miffed as this should have been the perfect opportunity to catch the moon before it was less than a quarter visible
Next time the Izzie will do a better job of checking. Thursday's official time was actually 18.02. Had got it mixed up with the 17.09 from the previous day. Normally it's at least ten mins after the official time that the critter becomes visible but yesterday just had to be the exception
That's the sort of state the silly serpent was in yesterday to get all in a tizzie about missing five minutes of moonshine. Totally irrational and silly. But trying to reason with demonic possession is pointless. The only thing to do is lie low and hope it will pass.
Never did have the picnic in spite of bringing all those nibblies up the hill. There was simply no point while being in such a stupid neurotic state. And today was not much better. Even a seriously long morning snooze did not work.
Beginning to wonder if there's a pattern as exactly the same sort of irritable crankiness and tiredness just appeared out of nowhere at the last full moon and lasted 3 days or so. But with the difference that there was not even an attempt at a picnic as it was raining all that week. Spent the time snoozing instead.

But in spite of the grumps, was still able to be amused by the observation that apart from Izzie, the only folks up on the hill admiring the beautiful red moon were those walking their dogs.There were lots of very happy dogs up there including one German Shepherd. Most appropriate indeed.
Tomorrow will be back at work. Like the last four weeks, Izzie has every intention to be up early to go to the organic market at City Farm with the happy hippie gorgeous permaculture garden. Will be interesting to see if the serpent ever gets there. Stayed curled up in the serpent basket for every single one of those last four Saturdays despite all those good intentions. Should also manage to get a quick peek in the City museum before pottering off to catch the bus for work at 2pm

This time last year, was not moon watching or slinking in Cyberia but glued to the tube watching the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics. Hard to believe it was only a year ago. It sort of seems like centuries. A long gone age of endless possibilities of prosperity.
It was around the time of the full moon last September when the Goblin doom and gloom seriously escalated. Lehmann's turned out not to be too big to fail. Pity that AIG never did get to join them. All those poor merchant bankers jumping off windows. So sad indeed.
Wondering what sort of madness the next full moon will bring.

Moon Madness

Izzie is busy listening to a most intriguing tale on the radio about the Christian Identity Movement. Oh the joys of being a descendant of the serpent in the Garden of Eden. Not happy at all that these wacko conspiracists are sniffing us out.

But presently feeling rather more like a werewolf than a serpent. Strange that the first five days of the month was such a happy Izzie and then we end up getting a serious case of the grumps for our two days off - Thursday and today. The weather was glorious and there was even a big fat juicy full moon but the serpent was seriously neurotic and cranky
Even managed to stuff up the long anticipated moonrise picnic. Was sitting up at Memorial Hill - one of the few places around here with nearly 360 degree views of the horizon
Had the bottle of red, bread and cheese all ready for the big moment at ten past six. Or so we thought. It's rather cold and windy and very unprotected up there on the top of the hill so Izzie hid in a corner of the memorial reading about none other than the reminiscences of one Remus Lupin about his werewolf days. Was just after 6pm so it was time to come out of the hidie hole where we could get a better view of the horizon. It was then we seen the big red blob. It was half way up on the horizon slightly more to the north than expected. Did get to see it clear the horizon and slowly change to pink then yellow and then white but was still a bit miffed as this should have been the perfect opportunity to catch the moon before it was less than a quarter visible
Next time the Izzie will do a better job of checking. Thursday's official time was actually 18.02. Had got it mixed up with the 17.09 from the previous day. Normally it's at least ten mins after the official time that the critter becomes visible but yesterday just had to be the exception
That's the sort of state the silly serpent was in yesterday to get all in a tizzie about missing five minutes of moonshine. Totally irrational and silly. But trying to reason with demonic possession is pointless. The only thing to do is lie low and hope it will pass.
Never did have the picnic in spite of bringing all those nibblies up the hill. There was simply no point while being in such a stupid neurotic state. And today was not much better. Even a seriously long morning snooze did not work.
Beginning to wonder if there's a pattern as exactly the same sort of irritable crankiness and tiredness just appeared out of nowhere at the last full moon and lasted 3 days or so. But with the difference that there was not even an attempt at a picnic as it was raining all that week. Spent the time snoozing instead.

But in spite of the grumps, was still able to be amused by the observation that apart from Izzie, the only folks up on the hill admiring the beautiful red moon were those walking their dogs.There were lots of very happy dogs up there including one German Shepherd. Most appropriate indeed.
Tomorrow will be back at work. Like the last four weeks, Izzie has every intention to be up early to go to the organic market at City Farm with the happy hippie gorgeous permaculture garden. Will be interesting to see if the serpent ever gets there. Stayed curled up in the serpent basket for every single one of those last four Saturdays despite all those good intentions. Should also manage to get a quick peek in the City museum before pottering off to catch the bus for work at 2pm

This time last year, was not moon watching or slinking in Cyberia but glued to the tube watching the opening ceremony of the Beijing Olympics. Hard to believe it was only a year ago. It sort of seems like centuries. A long gone age of endless possibilities of prosperity.
It was around the time of the full moon last September when the Goblin doom and gloom seriously escalated. Lehmann's turned out not to be too big to fail. Pity that AIG never did get to join them. All those poor merchant bankers jumping off windows. So sad indeed.
Wondering what sort of madness the next full moon will bring.