Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Harvest Moon

It was dark as I drove out of the daycare driveway. I am usually last, as it is, to pick up the kids, but the changing season and busy work schedule brought me to the pick up point well after the Sun had set.

It wasn't late, but it felt that way. I was tired, but felt good. It had been a good day. Hell, a good October...

I had a sort of strange confidence, more than usual, and a spring in my step. My handshakes were firmer. My jokes drew more laughs. Arbitrators were were seeing things my way, and well, the blog was really pretty good. (Good, at least, by Lounge standards)

The kids and I rushed down the interstate, singing songs and laughing, the dark silhouette of the tree line skimming silently by. And then, like a burst, it emerged, like a blazing orange cookie on the horizon. The Harvest Moon.

The sky lit up, like someone turned on a spot light above the freeway. Even the girl, wrapped up in the final "fee fie fiddly ei-oh" verse of I've Been Working on the Railroad exclaimed: "Daddy, the MOON!!"

It had been waxing for weeks, and was a brilliant behemoth in the inky night.

Time passes, though, and October has been chased away by the goblins and ghouls of All Hallows Eve. The November chill has set in, and the trees are finally giving up their last grasp of color.

The moon is but a sliver-like crescent today. Hollow. Frail.

I, too, seem to be moving a little slower, less likely to take a confrontational phone call, and feeling a little fat. Words are not coming quickly enough, and my mind is becoming soft and dull. Even my once witty quips have been falling flat.

Ebb and flow, I suppose. Waxing and waning. Cycles or circles, or whatever your chosen metaphor may be. I'm not worried, though, because the mojo will return. It always does. For now, I guess, I will sip scotch and sit by the fire to keep me warm under the moon-less night sky.

7 comments:

  1. Anonymous6:36 AM

    It sounds like you are suffering from PMSs

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  2. Anonymous7:13 AM

    Yeah, I got nothing. Much like this blod entry. Jello brain must be catching. Maybe its because I watched the country music awards last night and I've lost at least 15 IQ points.

    At least there was eye candy like Taylor Swift.

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  3. You need to start channeling Barry White. He had the Mojo. And he was pretty smooth with the ladies . . .

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  4. I love the way you wrote this!

    Although our lives are completely different, I also go through these cycles of the mind--where it seems I alternate between feeling smart and feeling utterly retarded. I never feel as if my intelligence is going up or down--just slower and more error prone, jittery under pressure. I was like that early this week, but for the last couple days its been the opposite: I feel sharper, quicker, clearer.

    It was great to read your perspective! I love how you used the moon as a metaphor.

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  5. Anonymous4:29 PM

    In addition to getting slow, dumb and fat, you forgot to mention that the blog is going downhill.

    Really.

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  6. It's been going down hill since day one. Why would I call attention to that?

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  7. I think my moody brooding on my own mortality is wearing off on you.

    Have you reviewed your estate planning and life insurance?

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Be compelling.

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