I had the privilege of watching the lunar eclipse on a clear bright and cold night. I saw the bright moon turn red, and I wished for proper equipment to take pictures of it. At the same time, I enjoyed just looking at it and making the picture in my own mind. I would have thought many people would be outside to watch this amazing event, but only a few were interested. Our colleagues were not even aware that such a thing was happening.
My dad was a navigator before the days of instrument flying. He taught us to observe the sky. I haven’t learned as much as I would like to know, but I still pay attention.
The moon does appear to be red, and it gives pause when we think of story and song references to “when the moon has turned to blood.”
Just a moonlight ramble here.

Starting a few days ago, Wednesday, I think, cold has settled in.  Today was bright and sunny, but on Wednesday it was rainy and cold.  I mentioned that we would all be more comfortable if it were slightly colder so that the rain would be snow instead.  Few agreed.

I have been sick now since Thanksgiving night.  It’s tough to keep “upbeat” in this condition.  I didn’t miss any class yet, but that walk in the rain was not helpful.  I spent all day Thursday in bed.  I’m feeling somewhat better now, but my one ear is still “plugged.” Today I did some laundry, changed the bed, always an “upper” for a sick person.  I went out on the balcony to hang everything up.  For supper, Dear Husband went on his bicycle to the hamburger shop and brought back burgers, while I made creamed spinach—a comfort food that reminds me of the elderly sisters who hosted a fabulous holiday dinner for us every year.  Evelyn and Martha. What a pair!  How I miss them.

I took out some trash and when I did that I saw a bush blooming with a pink flower.  I’m not sure what it is, but I think it might be camelia.  It is a small and surprising delight that gave me a big lift.  I wish for you, dear reader, a small delight every day.