"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own"......Song by Rogers and HartHere it is, the real thing, a blue, blue moon, and over the Blue Ridge Mountains on New Year's Eve, 2009-2010. It is a relatively rare event, a full moon happening twice in one month--a "blue" moon--and I took this (admittedly lousy) picture through the branches of a tree just off the deck of our friends beautiful home high in the mountains of Virginia.
We had a great time and celebrated on New Year's day with football and a classic Southern meal of hog jowls and black-eye peas with collared greens and corn bread. It's supposed to bring good luck. Between that food and the moon, I ought to be set for a while. I was also anointed with oil by a real witch so I have every reason to be optimistic--or should that be opti-mystic?
Resolutions? Oh, yeah, sure, I made them. The human impulse to make annual declarations to get off to a fresh start is due solely to our insane behavior since Thanksgiving. Even if the road to Hell is paved with them, good intentions are just that--good. In my case, that road was littered with daily engorgements of turkey, stuffing, cake, ice cream, red meat, bread, fried clams, fried oysters, fried chicken, on and on ad nauseum, and all washed down with vats of scotch, sour mash, and wine. By yesterday morning, I was nearly done in.
And, so far, here on day two, I must say I feel better already, and why wouldn't I, after the bloating debauchery of the past few weeks? This old bod needs a respite from the reckless abandon of the past month's swilling and face stuffing.
(As I finish this blog, it's January 5. I've been on the wagon for two days and feel ever so much better. Yesterday I weighed in at 208, which means I put on 8 pounds in the past month. Lovely. Mark my word, it's coming off.)
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