random thoughts – Day 1,822 – (Thursday) – moon, planets, plan

Fuzzy full moon.

There is a blood moon eclipse tonight, but I doubt I’ll be pulling an all-nighter to see it. I tried the sky watching thing when everyone else was getting photos of the aurora borealis, and all I got was chilly sitting alone in a golf course parking lot late at night. I got a stiff neck looking for the various meteor showers and the historic planetary alignment. I’m kind of over the overnight celestial stuff for a while.

The previous failures are one thing, and the other thing is I seem to head to bed earlier every night. Lately, by 8:00 I’m tired, chilly, and mentally preparing to go upstairs with the really good book I’ve been reading (The Frozen River by Ariel Lawhon).

Tonight at 7:40, the sky was clear and the moon was barely visible over the neighboring houses and trees. As usual, the best photo I could get was through a dual pane window in the back upstairs bedroom, with reflections in the glass. The moon looked like a cotton ball hanging in the sky, like some kid’s grammar school shoebox diorama, circa 1970s.

Sportsball planet streetscape.

Meanwhile, out on the street at the front of the house, there was a lineup of various sports balls, looking like another school science project involving planets. Or athletics. Or litter. Who knows. Four basketballs, one orange, two brown, one black, with a small soccer ball in the center and a water bottle at the far end, line the edge of the end of the street. The basketball hoop has laid on its side all winter, toppled over months ago by the wind. 

A Chewy box, liberated from someone’s recycling bin during the recent very windy times, has rested against the across the street neighbor's fence for about a week. I noticed it while staring out the window one day, and several times I thought I’d go get the box and put it into my bin, but then I don’t go outside. Then it’s dark, and the last thing I want to be doing is creeping around someone else’s property. Maybe tomorrow.

In health news, my wrist feels weird at the incision scar. Not pain, not itching, just weird and sensitive in the spot where I think the new hardware is, and I start freaking myself out thinking it’s going to burst through my skin. The steri-strips are beginning to peel off and the vitamin E oil delivers tomorrow, so I’ll likely be obsessing over the incision area all weekend. It’s nice to have plans.