Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I took this from my back yard one evening. Here lately the moon has been spectacular and seems larger than I ever remember seeing it. I am sure those who keep up with current events (including lunar phenomena) will know why this is. Due to my blogging addiction, my news source is limited to eavesdropping on conversations in the grocery store checkout. I just don't have time for TV, newspapers or radio.
Seeing the moon in the evening before it gets dark reminds me of looking for the first star when I was a kid. Scouring the skies, I'd find it and say the old "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
Then, of course I'd silently make my wish and hoped it would come true.
Well, imagine my shock and surprise when my wish really did come true. If it weren't such a bizarre and completely obscure wish, I'd have said it was a coincidence. But if I gave you 100 guesses you'd never guess what I wished for when I was about 10 years old.
I can't believe you said a grass skirt.
Yes indeedee, a tomboy of a girl who'd rather run barefoot and swing from trees like Tarzan--and who had never left Mathews County-- for some strange reason wanted a grass skirt so badly she took to wishing on stars. Repeatedly. Until it finally appeared. Mind you, I'd have rather worn a clown outfit to school or church than put on a dress or skirt, but oddly enough I just had to have a grass skirt.
My paternal grandmother took a trip to Hawaii. I had never ever uttered my wish to anyone other than the star, so nobody else knew I wanted one. She came home with one for me and Chesapeake Bay Middle Sister. I about fell out.
To take it a step further, not only did I get a grass skirt, but one time much later in life the Chesapeake Bay Family went to the Blue Hawaiian for my birthday. The Blue Hawaiian was a restaurant in the old Coliseum Mall where you sat down, ordered your pu-pu platter, swirled your virgin daiquiri and then kicked back to watch what they called a show. At some point they would invite members of the audience up on stage for hula lessons.
Guess who was called up there? I'll tell you. The last person in the world who would dance in public, much less on stage in front of people, that's who.
So you see the star not only granted my secret wish for a grass skirt but made sure I knew how to use it. Now that is one lucky star.
I would write more now, but I need to race outside to find the first star. There's a bunch of things we need to discuss, at least one of which pertains to the lottery.
And now, some questions for you so I can stop thinking and be entertained when I get home from work today, assuming my lucky star doesn't grant my wish in the next 24 hours:
1. What did you wish for as a kid?
2. If you're from around here, tell me about any experiences at that Blue Hawaiian at Coliseum Mall. To me it was a whole different world. Strangely amusing, but still strange. So different from what we were used to (Paynes and Emorys).