Do not be alarmed if you find yourself struggling to fall asleep tonight, for there could be a perfectly scientific reason for your insomnia. ~ The Telegraph
Although I've never had insomnia, the Supermoon did a royal number on me.
Oh, I went to bed last night at a perfectly reasonable time - midnight - but that moon had no intention of letting me ignore it. I fell asleep immediately, slept for exactly 45 minutes and woke up like someone was calling my name.
According to astrologers, a Supermoon is simply an intensified new moon or full moon - a time to focus on new beginnings.
~ The Telegraph
As I lay there awake for the next three plus hours, it gradually occurred to me that the moon was cutting me no slack. When better to mull over the state of everything - my life, the new world order, the possibilities of the future - than wide awake at 4 a.m.?
Some even see them as omens of impending disaster, or a warning of something momentous coming. ~ The Telegraph
Once I accepted that I wasn't the least bit sleepy and, clearly, I wasn't going to fall back to sleep easily, I gave in to it. I briefly considered turning on the light and returning to my book - Jacqueline Susann's 1966 bestseller, "Valley of the Dolls" where characters with insomnia dealt with it by downing green or yellow "dolls" - but decided that wasn't the point of the Supermoon.
Any full moon - never mind a Supermoon as big as this - has long been seen as having the ability to trigger emotional reactions and extreme behavior. ~ The Telegraph
Today's lingering effects of the Supermoon colored everything that happened to me, from an unexpected purchase to a gallant offer from a stranger to being called fascinating by a person who credited our meeting to that very moon. Extreme, indeed.
But when a Supermoon is involved, these new starts can take on an even more dramatic turn. ~ The Telegraph
Looking at a photograph of the Supermoon rising on Hatteras only confirmed that it was calling my name. Who needs sleep with a moon like that sprinkling its magic over me?
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Tuesday, November 15, 2016
Monday, May 7, 2012
Did It in a Minute
I almost did nothing at all.
It would have impressed some friends (Andrew, I'm looking at you) but disappointed others (Rob, now you), but it doesn't matter because I caved.
A low-key start with Anjos vinho verde foraged at Hoppy Dog (where the owner and I agreed that sometimes you want to be able to drink a wine for hours without getting loopy) and Italian dry sausage (and no, that's not a metaphor) was elevated by the music.
And not my kind of music, either, but the kind that was distinctly of the past. Oldies of a sort that one might even call moldy oldies.
Dated, overblown and in far too many cases, sadly yet instantly recognizable.
After hearing songs I hadn't heard in decades (eighth grade, really?), I felt the importance of getting away from moldy cheese music and rejoining the real world.
At least for a couple of hours.
But not until after admiring the remains of the supermoon which hung big and bright in the cloudless sky, so different than last night.
Besides, when observing scientific phenomena, it's always best to have others with whom to corroborate what you observe.
Decamping to Secco for dessert, we were rewarded with cardamom gelato with espresso crumbles and cream puffs with chocolate cream and caramel sauce with sea salt sprinkles.
The subject of indulgence came up but was quickly shoved under the rug.
Which is where I feel certain a lot of those songs I heard tonight crawled out from.
On the other hand, it's not often I can be taken back to when I was fourteen or even 24.
"Digging Your Scene" by the Blow Monkeys? Oh, my, yes.
It's a miracle I went out at all with that kind of cheesey music tempting me to stay and listen to the next forgotten nugget.
If you're going to do nothing at all, you may as well relax into your 22-year old self and let the music wash over you. As long as I can find others who dig my scene.
I could.
But let the record show I did make it out.
It would have impressed some friends (Andrew, I'm looking at you) but disappointed others (Rob, now you), but it doesn't matter because I caved.
A low-key start with Anjos vinho verde foraged at Hoppy Dog (where the owner and I agreed that sometimes you want to be able to drink a wine for hours without getting loopy) and Italian dry sausage (and no, that's not a metaphor) was elevated by the music.
And not my kind of music, either, but the kind that was distinctly of the past. Oldies of a sort that one might even call moldy oldies.
Dated, overblown and in far too many cases, sadly yet instantly recognizable.
After hearing songs I hadn't heard in decades (eighth grade, really?), I felt the importance of getting away from moldy cheese music and rejoining the real world.
At least for a couple of hours.
But not until after admiring the remains of the supermoon which hung big and bright in the cloudless sky, so different than last night.
Besides, when observing scientific phenomena, it's always best to have others with whom to corroborate what you observe.
Decamping to Secco for dessert, we were rewarded with cardamom gelato with espresso crumbles and cream puffs with chocolate cream and caramel sauce with sea salt sprinkles.
The subject of indulgence came up but was quickly shoved under the rug.
Which is where I feel certain a lot of those songs I heard tonight crawled out from.
On the other hand, it's not often I can be taken back to when I was fourteen or even 24.
"Digging Your Scene" by the Blow Monkeys? Oh, my, yes.
It's a miracle I went out at all with that kind of cheesey music tempting me to stay and listen to the next forgotten nugget.
If you're going to do nothing at all, you may as well relax into your 22-year old self and let the music wash over you. As long as I can find others who dig my scene.
I could.
But let the record show I did make it out.
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