Monday, October 29th, 2012

There was the most amazingly full moon visible through the front window of Our Humble O’Bode this morning. I sat and watched it set in the early-morning gloom, big and bright enough to read by, not that I was nutbrained enough to go out into twenty-degree weather to read anything. It’ll be full tonight. Maybe I’ll open the blinds on the bedroom window and fall asleep with the Man In The Moon gazing down at me.

True story: On one of the first nights I was staying with my grandparents for the summer, I went looking for Grandpa Fred but he was nowhere to be found. “Where’s Grandpa Fred?” I asked Grandma Cleo.

“He’s lighting the moon,” she told me.

“Really?”

“Sure, go and look.”

And when I looked out the window, there was the moon, big and bright. Wow!

“Grandma said you lighted up the moon!” I said to Grandpa Fred, when I ran into him in the hallway.

“That’s right, I did,” he said.

So the next night when Grandpa Fred disappeared again, I ran straight to the window to see if he was lighting the moon. There it was again! Big and bright as before!

“Grandma, Grandpa’s lighting up the moon again!”

“I know,” she said.

This happened night after night. One night, after he disappeared and the moon lit up again, I ran into Grandpa Fred coming out of the bathroom.

“Oh, that’s how I get up to the moon,” he explained. Well, how else would you get there?

I didn’t figure out what was going on for years.

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