November 13th 2016

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fraying
····the clouds—a late autumn moon trails
········snow
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My Sunday evening haiku. I’ve read that tomorrow night’s moon will be the closest, and largest in appearance, since 1948, when the full moon coincides with its closest approach to the Earth. It won’t come this close again until 2034.
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2 November 13 2016 | bottlecap
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One response

  1. Well I guess, then, I better check it out tomorrow because 2034 I’d be 98 and I don’t think there’s a tinker’s dam’s chance in hell I’ll be around then. Part of me, these days, feels like, Elvis Presley style, I’ve already left the building. What a f—ing week!

    However, my crew did gather around me tonight to stage a sauna/potluck despite my gimpy status and it was nice to have them there and not have to do a single thing except eat the food others brought me and drink the vino they poured. I didn’t get to sauna, of course, but I should be able in another four weeks after my cast has been removed and I can weight-bear on the ankle again. In the meantime I’m in a binary mode (a)vtrying to figure out what forms of public advocacy (maybe civil disobedience?) I should devote my time to now that our world’s been turned upside down and (b) mind absorbing immersions in Netflix!

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