Worm moon

 

Did you catch the spectacular super moon this week?  We've had a couple of clear, bright days but the tradeoff is freezing at night, without our usual blanket of clouds. 

The March moon was supposedly named by Native Americans for the worm trails that appear on thawed ground as spring begins. This is the stuff of the Old Farmer's Almanac, that still refers to all "Native Americans" as a single group.

The salvage crews in the Suez Canal pinned their hopes on this week’s full moon. Water levels rose a foot-and-a-half higher than normal high tide, finally helping to free that massive ship. It's interesting how vulnerable we are to old infrastructures and simple mechanics. All it took was some wind and a little goof to bring world shipping to its knees. 

I was looking back at the blog from last March. It looked like the month of puzzles. We rarely left home for any reason, and the bi-weekly grocery store run at 6 am was a stressful ordeal. I remember wiping groceries and disinfecting the entire kitchen when we got home. Finding wipes and toilet paper was like striking gold.

What a year it's been, both unforgettable and completely forgettable. Talking with my Uke Zoom friends yesterday, there is optimism we'll be able to gather in person before too long, but it will most certainly be outside at first. 

I think some people are too spooked (maybe the word is traumatized) to ever go back to how it was at the Senior Center, all crowded into a stuffy room, singing and playing without a care in the world. Time will tell.