Blue Moon

Who needs a watch when you have the moon?

In honor of the rare Blue Moon to occur on New Years Eve this year, I decided to look up more information on the moon cycles in general.  Apparently, The Algonquin Native Americans named the moons in order to keep track of the seasons. I found the names interesting and thought I would share them with you!

The Farmers' Almanac lists these Algonquin Indian names for the full moon of each month:
January: Wolf Moon
February: Snow Moon
March: Worm Moon
April: Pink Moon
May: Flower Moon
June: Strawberry Moon
July: Buck Moon
August: Sturgeon Moon
September: Corn Moon
October: Harvest Moon
November: Beaver Moon
December: Cold Moon
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2010

Dragonfly, Oregon Coast 2008

Beach Crab, Oregon Coast 2008

Who knew that 2010 would come and we wouldn't be flying in space ships to accomplish our daily runs to the grocery store or gas station?  I remember the year 2000 excitement like it was yesterday. Heck, in elementary school, we were drawing pictures of the houses we would occupy in the sky. It hasn't turned out like that. None of the space ships came to pass and none of the houses in the sky ever got a green light for construction... I may have to check on Dubai's progress before you quote me on that. It's funny really... It's almost 2010 and to ring in the new year, Carl and I will be spending the night in a cottage on the Oregon Coast.  Seems so old fashioned, eh?

I never thought I would yearn for the coast that way I do now. I grew up in land locked Utah where the closest body of water to an ocean was the Great Salt Lake.  Mmmm, I can smell the brine now.

Anyhow, the Oregon Coast is amazing. It's quiet, dotted with small towns, and peaceful. It's far from modern with very few exceptions (Inn at Spanish Head, for example).  It's a quaint place where the family run businesses out number the corporations.  It's a place where maybe there is a movie theater in town and maybe not.  It's a place where people know your name. It's a place where time slows and you can catch your breath. I wonder if this was what people were aiming for when the idea to build houses in the sky come to life. Little did they know that the simpler the life, the easier it is to breathe.

This is why we will ring in 2010!  as simple and old fashioned as it gets- listening to waves crash against the rocks and seagulls fly over head while we stand on the ground, where our feet belong. 

And People Wonder Why We Don't Have Kids....

Kitty-cat Lima made her way into the ceiling space and would not come out until she was good and ready.  I'm telling you, cats will get their way in some fashion. She was protesting the fact that we covered the furniture in plastic since she sprayed the chair.... even with "No Spray" cat deterrent on the furniture. 

Let life with a cat begin.

Lima

Meet Lima (lee-ma).

We welcomed her to our family at about 1500 yesterday.  We adopted her from the Oregon Humane Society... Before her life in the kennel (luckily she was only with them four days but still has an upper respiratory virus, damn),  she was a stray kitten. Some folks had her living in a barn/shed because she had fleas, ear mites, and two other kitty companions (also taken into the shelter). She is about a year old and weighs just over four pounds. Formally, she is a short haired tortoiseshell.

In her first day with us, she has slept and explored. We love watching her get accustomed to her new home. She loves to sit in my lap and cuddle and especially loves her chin and neck to be rubbed. She actually purred for the first time this morning. We've also discovered that she loves soft material and will seek it out. We bought her a bed, but the chair and rug on the floor are softer, so she goes to those first. I suppose we will have to make sure we get her the softest bed possible.

We like her personality. She is very calm, cautious yet curious, and very loving. She plays, minimally. We believe the toys she likes the most are string, mouse tails, bird-like toys, and fingers typing on the keyboard.

She likes to lip my fingers as a gesture of sorts, and lifts her head and purrs at me when she wants to be rubbed.

So cute.

Carl Has a Cub-itchen

Carl made me lunch today, from work... from his cubicle.  We had savory homemade beef and barely soup with toast and Kombucha.

How is this possible, you ask? Carl took a crockpot to work alongside all of the ingredients to make his masterpiece.  He cut up all of the veggies in the break room.  Apparently a few of his co workers witnessed this.... and liked the idea.

Have you ever seen a person making beef and barely soup from their cubicle? The more I thought about it, the more I had to laugh about it. But I loved it. I loved driving downtown and eating lunch with Carl while we watched a movie (Netflix) and enjoyed the view from the sixth floor.

Those are the moments that I hold dear. I love them.

Holidays With Carnny: The Antithesis of Santa and The Dollar

The older I get the less I find Christmas attractive.  I am not sure at what point in time Christmas was more about money than it was about family, friends, and "the spirit of giving," but I am over it.

At the Carnny house, we would rather have friends and family over for dinner, drinks, and laughter. A solid evening of time with the people we love and appreciate is the best gift we can simultaneously give and receive.

In the meantime, we hide during the month of December while the rest of society acts as if the sky is falling.