The Moon This Morning
September 27, 2007
I walked out this morning, full moon at the top of my street. (If you want to make up your own blues song with that intro, you go right ahead. I’ll wait.*)
I had known it was full because last night when I went to bed, a silvery light wrapped over everything in the garden. But normally I’d have no idea these days.
I felt bad I hadn’t noticed it until now. I can’t remember the last time I knew the phase of the moon, because it has been so light and I’ve been busy. Now I’m leaving home while it’s dark, and that will go on for a few months, so it’s nice to have that upside.
This always happens when I’ve been reading Mark Twain. One hour of Huckleberry Finn last night and now I want to write about nature and spin my own phrases like:
It must be powerful lonesome being the moon, being on account of the distance. I reckon it’s a million years old if it’s a day. A body got not business clumb up all that way, nuther.
But grown up modern life means I’m often home early pouring over something rather than out late having stuff poured over me, and in the longer days am less aware of the comings and goings of the moon.
It must be thinking: “Four and a half billion years and now this? You never notice me. I give you tides, I give you light and ask for nothing, and you visit once. I should have taken that gig in Saturn. At least I would have had some company.”
*May I suggest. “Walkin’ out so early. – Can’t hardly feel my poor feet”
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Oh – read this post from Wendy. It’s great – funny and it’s about supermarkets, already it’s a winner. If you remember, Wendy and I used to work together here. I can’t say the name of the company so as not get fired, but let’s just call it Hell. As well as jobs and houses, she has also moved her blog, so make sure you update your links to It’s A Life if you’re a reader, and if not, then you’d do right to become one.
As well as a kindred sense of humour, we share the privilege of excellent commenters on our sites. Oh stop. No you stop. No. No you. You. Stop it. Stop it, OK? I’m serious – cut it out. Fucking stop it, OK. What’s wrong with you? Jesus. Whatever, man.
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“Clumb” is such a great word. Now that you’ve proved yourself with a great short story, you really should consider a novel. No, you should. I’m telling you.
And thank you for the lovely link.
Thank you for your lovely website.
Mark Twain has a gift with words. These from Huck Finn.
Well, when Tom and me got to the edge of the hill-top we looked away down into the village and could see three or four lights twinkling, where there was sick folks, maybe; and the stars over us was sparkling ever so fine; and down by the village was the river, a whole mile broad, and awful still and grand.
I mean – come on.
Also:
I clumb up the shed and crept into my window just before day was breaking. My new clothes was all greased up and clayey, and I was dog-tired.
I saw the full moon last night too and the racing clouds around it
My room was drenched in moonlight last night, and I know I should love it, and in a way I do but at the same time I had been working until 5am and was very very tired and it was a bit like trying to sleep under a spotlight. But I don’t want to seem unappreciative of the moonlight and I would love to see it again on a night when I’m not too exhausted to enjoy it.
I admit it is beautiful but for us lunatics who are affected by full moon and become an insomniac for a week then it is a f*****g nusiance. I hear it will be overcast tonight so I hope to get some much needed rest. I’m just off now to explore this Wendy’s place.
I’ll try really hard not to bring down the average. This next 6 weeks are going to kill me though.
I love Mark Twain. I just finished reading a while ago his Following the Equator: A journey around the world. He writes in such a fashion that I feel as if I am there. Like going back to the 19th century. I wish I had that gift. Brilliant.
Forget that… ALL HAIL THE KING OF FRINT.
Where’s Frint?
Thanks Jonny – I was quite pleased with that.
Sam – Facebook?
Oooh.
Leave a comment. Play nice. I will turn this blog around.