You wait 41 years for a moon calendar and then three turn up at once. Actually, I only received two for Christmas but the bus analogy doesn't quite work with two so, for the bus analogy's sake, let's say I received three.
I've always thought it would be nice to know what the moon's up to on a daily basis and this very morning I decided to put one of them up in a high profile position – next to the bathroom mirror. This will give further value to the act of teeth brushing. Have healthy gums AND be aware of tomorrow's waxing Gibbous moon, all in one go.
After a successful erection, I scanned the calendar for significant dates of the year - festivals, holidays, bin days, World Goth Day. I was disheartened to discover these dates coincided with very little moon action – the odd waning crescent but not even a half moon to enjoy. It got me thinking. Will I miss the sudden joy of a full moon surprising me as I walk out of a misty wood or The Works Discount Book Store? Can full knowledge of the moon's cycle actually remove some of its mystique and charm?
I suppose I don't have to scrutinise the calendar. Take the odd peak here and there – become semi-aware of it's movements. Perhaps cover up every other month with toothpaste cartons. I happen to have three empty ones in the bathroom cupboard and, let's face it, Friday afternoon's were just made for moon chart partial covering activity.
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