Saturday, January 29, 2010.

Saturday, January 29. 2010.
I had an interesting day today. My daughter Joan took me shopping, and then her husband, Manny, met us for a nice lunch at my favorite restaurant - “Fresh Choice”, here in Fairfield. During our luncheon conversation Joan talked about the Wolf Moon tonight. She asked me if I had ever heard of it, and I said “No”. So, I “Googled” it. Here is what I found:
Tonight, the heavens showed off the first, and biggest, full moon of 2010. I am disappointed that we are socked in, with drizzling sky. I looked out my front window, but overcast. I did the next best thing, though. I saw the nearly full moon last evening. Oh, to have a helicopter. and be able to climb above the soup. Probably would break out of the fog/clouds at 1500 feet, and be overwhelmed by the beautiful sight!
The early Native Americans associated this occasion to hungry wolves howling at the full moon on a cold winter night. Red-looking Mars, is sitting just to the left of the moon. The moons seems bigger than usual because the moon travels in an elliptical orbit, with one side of the orbit closer to earth than the other side.
I enjoyed eating dinner with Marie tonight at Laurel Creek. She seemed to enjoy her dinner partner, too. Whenever you are feeling sorry for yourself, I suggest that you visit a skilled nursing facility. You will have a different perspective of your lot in life - “There, but for the grace of God, go I”.
This evening I am listening to “Old Favorites” music on TV, while reading the “Time” magazine, which came in today’s mail. I was really impressed with Nancy Gibb’s essay on the last page (56). I suggest that all of you read it - especially, you Boomers. If you don’t have a copy of the February 8th issue, it is well worth a trip, to read it at your local library. You will be glad that you did. You will never look at a birthday the same way, again.
Nancy mentioned inviting her playground friends to her birthday party, six months afterwards. The kicker is that she failed to tell her mother. That episode reminded me of a similar occasion in my young life. My Mother had just returned home from the hospital - after the birth of my youngest brother, Jack. (he was nine years and eight months younger). He was very red. I invited my whole fifth grade class to come home with me after school to see my “Indian” brother. When we all walked into the house - at 59 South Norwood Avenue in Hillsdale, Michigan - I could see, by the look on my Mother’s face, that it wasn’t the smartest thing that I ever did!
Ray L’Amoreaux
January 29, 2010.