The Moray Moon

It has been too long since I've seen the moon, and tonight, it's hanging in the sky like a large white eye, watching over the valley as we go through this damn warning spell. January and we're thawing. Warm enough to make me wonder why the moon isn't melting as well. Go figure.

But, I need to admit that the thaw is good for one thing. Last night when I arrived home, I looked at the ground outside the garage door, and I found the ring I lost a bit over a month ago. I was pissed at the time because that thing cost me a tish over $100 and I love the ring. I looked through the car, the house, all the pockets and my briefcase, and dammit, even through the grocery bags I brought home that night. My worst fear was that I lost it in one of those bags and then sent it out with the recycling.

One of my neighbors was out tonight when I got home. I like chatting with him because he's quite the character. He was on the corner looking up at the moon, and he was singing "That's Amore" loud enough for the entire block to hear.

When the moon hits your eye
like a big pizza pie
that's amore...

I went over and sang a bit with him, than added my verse

When that fish bites you leg
with teeth big as an egg
That's a moray.

Heh. Ed the neighbor thought it was funny.

Anyway, Ed and I were chatting, and he said, "hey, gotta tell ya, I really appreciate when ya put out your recycling. That's the only way I can remember which day the recycling pick up is." I laughed and said that it wasn't a problem, looked up at the moon, then sang my way back into the house...

...that's a moray...