Blue Moon

"Blue Moon," was written in 1934 by Rodgers and Hart, resurfaced in 1949, Elvis Presley recorded the ballad in 1954, and the Marcels turned it into doo-wop in 1961. In other words, it's been around a long time.

That song was playing in my head last evening as I finished putting the girls to bed because the moon rising is, in fact, a "blue moon," the second full moon in a calendar month.  This moon is just a fingernail breadth shy of being truly full.  That won't happen until tomorrow, the 31st, and a blue moon won't occur again until 2020.  "Once in a blue moon" refers to a rare occurrence, like me dusting.

Trudging on with housework, I took a break to go into the Black Hole again to find more beads and patterns for Deb.  What started as a trial project has turned into an obsession for her.  That apple didn't fall far from the tree.  I think I've pulled out all of the beading supplies, now I need to find someone for all the boxes of yarn and chests of material.  Then I can start on the closet in the spare bedroom where I put other craft supplies.  They say that admission is the start of recovery.  Okay, I'm an addict.  (I'm not ready to give up my paints and brushes.)

It was a good day.