I was in a bookstore in Eureka yesterday and was confounded by a conversation between two youngish young ladies talking about the Full Worm Moon. I know that the moon is made of cheese but does it also have worms?
It turned out that these two ladies were avid gardeners trying to use the knowledge of the Yurok Indians. From what they told me and what I have turned up it seems the March Moon is aptly named.
“The Full Worm Moon – March. As the temperature begins to warm and the ground begins to thaw, earthworm casts appear, heralding the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this Moon as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signaled the end of winter; or the Full Crust Moon, because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation. To the settlers, it was also known as the Lenten Moon, and was considered to be the last full Moon of winter.“
I’m off to hunt earthworms tomorrow!
I didn’t write the headline. It appeared in an internet newspaper called, “The Onion.” In Google The Onion is described as, “A farcical newspaper featuring world, national and community news.” Now you know that here’s the piece that I stole lock, stock and barrel from The Onion with the above title:
“HARRISBURG, PA—After experiencing the intoxicating, extreme high of watching a 56-car freight train pass before his eyes last week, 3-year-old junkie Logan Gunter reportedly became instantly hooked on looking at rail transport, demanding to be taken to railroad crossings at all times of day in an effort to achieve the same exhilarating euphoria. “I’ve got to look at a train right now. Just a quick look. I need it—I need it real bad,” said the wild-eyed little addict, who family members confirmed has become consumed by intense, around-the-clock cravings to view big locomotives either chugging along railways or sitting motionless at stations, and who often experiences severe, violent fits when he goes without seeing a train for more than a few hours. “Just give me a little train, that’s it. Two cars, I’ll take two cars. Or just one caboose, okay? Come on, you’ve gotta help me out here.” At press time, the shivering toddler junkie was trying to wean himself off of trains by looking at a big red tractor but admitted to reporters that “it’s not as good as a real fix.”
It’s the truth!!!
Here’s daughter Annalise e-mail: “Went for a walk in the freezing rain and saw this. Reminded me of you so I snapped a picture. Seems very out of place in New York City. Was stuck to the bottom of a lamp post.”
I agree – wonder who put it there?
And the pic:
This bloody world gets odder by the minute.
When I lived in Canada I had two Beetles – a white and a red one. The white did 200,000 plus miles before it died of acute rust. The second, red one, did 120,000 miles before I traded it in. Canada is COLD in the winter and very snowy. No prob said Mrs Beetle. I am not mechanically minded (ask any club member) so what went on under the back grill was a complete mystery. Click on the “pic” and you can see the engine “start up.”
Much as I would I have liked my Beetles were never “tricked out” like this one.
When I was young I was very sick. I rarely made school for more than two weeks at a time. This meant a lot of time at home in the days of steam radio and no TV or record players. I spent much of my illness at the home of Grandma Phillips. Grandma, bless her soul, quickly figured out that reading would keep me occupied. We couldn’t afford to buy books so Grandma would board the No. 6 bus in Portslade (Sussex, England), pay her tuppenny fare, and get off in Hove opposite the Hove Public Library. Portslade was too small to have its own library. I never saw Grandma with a book – she read the Daily Express newspaper at elevenses and the Evening Argus in the evening. Grandma would select six books for me at a time. She would pick a shelf and take six books. I knew this because the authors surnames all had the same letter! The result of her selection process was that I read a VERY diverse selection of books. Occasionally I would complain about one of the books – usually a soppy romance – which would elicit her standard comment – “You can’t tell a book by its cover.”
Which brings me to this book:
I saw the book on EBay. The front cover was of California Western Railroad’s #45. So I bid and I was the lucky(????) winner.
The book was written in 1981. The text and photos are in a washed out brown colour making reading the book possible only with strong reading glasses. I gave up trying to read it after about six pages. Which brings me back to Grandma Phillips – “You can’t tell a book by its cover.”
You’ve never heard of him, right?
Actor Gorden Kaye, who was best known for his role in the long-running BBC sitcom ‘Allo ‘Allo!, has died aged 75. Kaye played cafe owner Rene Artois on the hit show, which centred on the fictional exploits of resistance fighters in World War Two in German-occupied France. He appeared in all 84 episodes of the sitcom, as well as a stage version.
Very, very sad. ‘Allo, ‘Allo was one of my favorite TV comedy’s. If you have 24 mins and 33 secs to spare try this episode: