alien spacecraft stole the moon!

alien spacecraft stole the moon!

last night, we took our dinner up onto the roof and trained a telescope upon the total dwarfing of the moon by the earth’s shadow. just when i was watching the rim of the moon grow bright while escaping the ghastly pall of the earth’s reflection, i saw an alien spacecraft scream over the face of the smudged moon! i looked up from the telescope but all i saw was a plane continuing in the path where the spaceship would have been.

we stayed awhile longer on the roof, met a neighbor, ate dinner. the moon continued to morph and color with its efforts to escape the shadow. it grew brighter as it reclaimed its way. jupiter, tiny big jupiter, bright by comparison, was gorgeous, as always, miles ahead of the moon in the sky.

i was cold; leanne brought down the dinner plate and i brought the telescope inside. i washed my numb fingers under warm water. we went on to dream, separately. i dreamt of the end of the world and planes slowly sinking into the ocean. leanne dreamt that i flew, by myself! i guess you could say things balanced out, in the end …

the best of the ballet

the best of the ballet

i’m so proud of my nieces! yesterday, they starred in the ballet — sam for the second time, and it was mckenna’s debut on the stage! they are so wonderful …

yet… as i looked at them on the stage — groups of 3-5 year olds dressed as mice, 8-10 year olds dressed as maidens, 4-6 year old princesses, the occasional adults dressed as cooks — looking so proud, so confident, regardless of size or girth or the occasional clumsy maneuver, which that made them all somehow the more perfect with every step — yet as i looked at my projected perfection or the simple pure joy of a four year old, i could not help wanting to *be* her somehow. to go back to four years old and replay some time on the stage, unselfconscious and proud. was i? does it have to do with the difference between being a ballerina and a catcher? i think not. though i was a lot less selfconscious with a concussion at the plate.

can i still go back and be four? maybe we just have to get more creative…