Full moon in February

Sunday, February 16 had an auspicious beginning.  I woke early, around 6am, and actually got right up.  I stepped out the front door to check the morning air, as I usually do, and was glad I had because I saw Saturday’s full moon setting over the roof of the house across the street.  It was beautiful, better than the scene that had greeted me on Saturday night when I stepped out to check the sky before going to bed.  Then, as I stretched and took in the air, I almost flagged down a police cruiser that was passing slowly in front of the house.  I saw the driver look over at me; he almost stopped the car but then carried on for about 2 houses, where he did stop.  A woman came out.  As she advanced toward the police car, I heard a man’s voice screaming from inside. And this isn’t the house that used to have the loud, drunken parties/brawls.  In fact I thought it was the home of a granola group because in the summer, behind its high hedge, it always has a rather righteous-looking, semi-tended group of built-up gardens and a sign declaring that the area is pesticide free.  Another cruiser pulled up from the opposite end of the street.  The cop got out and went over to join the conversation.  Then an ordinary car arrived, a man got out and went into the house.  Then it got boring, so I went inside and watched from the window, like a good neighbor, until the woman walked back into the house and the cops pulled away.  Sometimes the hood can be more entertaining than the telly. 

Back to Sunday morning, and the full moon.  After taking a picture, I went to the bathroom to wash.  I was pleasantly surprised to see that my face, although not as bright as the moon’s, looked better than usual.  Of course, I didn’t have my glasses on but I never do when I wash my face.  Had gazing at the moon performed a miracle?  No!  The illusion of being wrinkle free was soon dispelled by the discovery that one of the two bulbs above the mirror was out.  The combination of myopia and low light had created a fountain of youth effect, which I will not soon rectify.  The myopia is a constant, and I’m not going to replace that bulb any time soon. 

I’ve had a couple of good Skypes lately, on Sunday with Caroline and this morning, as usual, with Jay.  In the former, I discovered that Gabe is getting married on July 27^th, so now I will make sure that I plan my summer trip east so that I can attend that auspicious event.  With Jay, I discussed my next visit to Korea, probably in September again; we hope to get his whole gang together for a few days on Jeju Island this time.  He also mentioned that seeing my pictures of skiing in the Vernon area has made him want to give it a try, so he may come here next winter.  Yes!!!!!!

The rest of the week was the usual round of cross country skiing at a slow pace, snow shoeing, going to the Grannies travel log of a trip to Russia, Sunday dinner and hot tub with Mo and John and heart tests.  This time the stress tests took place in the hospital over two days and involved the injection of a minute bit of some radiated liquid before a 15 minute session of photos of the chest taken by an enormous, unwieldy machine.  I commented on its bulk to the technician, and she responded, “Yes, he’s huge but delicate.”  I liked that.  It’s a wonder that something smaller hasn’t been invented in this age of digital cameras in smart phones and selfies.  I won’t get the results until this week.  I hope I passed.

Full moon in February

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