I spent most of the day Saturday out in the middle of nowhere Washington, at a family reunion. It was at a Great Uncle or something’s house that had a sprawling 10-15 acres (I have no idea how big acres are. Let’s just say it was a big yard.) In the back, there was a wooded area where he put up a tarp, some tables, and we all brought food. There was a slow cooker that was cooking up some meat and deserts were aplenty. It was sunny out (miraculously it’s been like that for over a month here. Talk about global warming.) and I plunked down one of our camping chairs and ate some food until I was stuffed, then ate some more stuff until I was stuffed some more, then ate dessert, then some more dessert. But what I did for most of the time I did what I do best. I was lazy, and complained bitterly. I complained about how hot it was, and interupted others joyful stories of trips to South Korea, or school or how their summers were going to complain. It was around 8:00 and it was time to leave. I let the others clean up as I try to get away with most of the time, and we proceeded to find a way to swap our two kids that like to fight all the time, for one of our neices who is much older and doesn’t like to complain. On our way home, I noticed the moon. It was so close I could almost smell the processed cheese flavored scent coming from it. I don’t know if it is because the US was the last one there, but it definitely smelled like American Cheese.
I made a comment about the size of the moon. “If that isn’t a full moon, I don’t know what is.” I thought about taking a picture, but my phone camera is way inferior to my eye camera, because it doesn’t take near the pictures that my eyes do. And we were moving. It would have been out of focus or something, even though the mode I was in was Auto Focus. I thought nothing of it, until that night when I was trying to watch something else and was interupted by the news. It said something about a Super Moon, which I think means that Superman visited the moon that night and used his super breath to move it a little closer than normal. Whatever the case, it finally got dark on Sunday, so we decided to take a stroll to see what the Super Moon looked like.
I guess what we needed to do was have Superman cut down all the trees in our neighborhood down, because the only view I could get of this “SuperMoon” was a little light cutting thorough the trees. I’m no moon expert, but if a moon can’t cut through a few trees, I have a hard time thinking that it is anything but an ordinary moon. Especially when the day before, it was so close, it looked like it was going to land on our car. So scientists and weather experts, don’t tell me that a something is a Super Moon, unless it is going to be spectacular. It better do some flips, or shoot off fireworks, or at least cut some trees up in my neighborhood. And it better be brighter than the sun, if it is going to be the Super Moon.
ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH
Bitter Moon Me Ben
Stupid Super Moon!
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I’m calling it a bitter moon next time.
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If it was so Super, where was its cape? Did it even save the world? No. I’m glad it went back to being a regular, old, ordinary moon. As a Super Moon, it was very disappointing. Now I’m all bitter…
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I’m guessing there was so much Kryptonite around that it was super weak moon. That was pathetic.
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The moon wasn’t Super over here in Singapore either. I blame the clouds.
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I blame the meteorologists for not being able to tell us the right date.
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“That’s no moon…it’s a space station”
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If it was the Truman show it would just be the control station for the TV show.
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Dear Mr. Bitter, you take being bitter to a whole new level. I think you may have actually enjoyed your trip to the US. No? I won’t tell. 😉
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I’m not sure what level that is, but yes, I strive to be the bitterest. Is that President of the Bitter States of America? Probably not. Cause there was a hanging chad that kept me from getting elected to that.
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I’ve decided to start calling it a cheese moon, in the hopes that it encourages people to tell stories of were-cheeses.
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Were-cheeses would be much better than were-rabbits and were-wolves. They wouldn’t taste near as good either.
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They heck with the SuperMoon. Swapping kids. Now THAT’s super!
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It was quite a miracle. Even today, I’m still reeling that it worked out at all. I wasn’t about to talk them out of it though.
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Thanks Bitter Ben – I needed that! 🙂 Laughed out loud at – “Do not look directly at your super moon photo”. Gotta agree though, the size of the moon depends on where you see it. And apparently it was something like 21 times closer/bigger many moons ago; clearly visible shining away in the day time. Now That would have been a super moon!
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It was so much closer the day before. I think that someone was just wrong about the date. But you know meteorologists. They can’t even predict rain when it is coming down outside.
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haha so true! 🙂
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It think they predicted sun today, even though it has been raining all day.
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I wanna see the super moon this isn’t fair. I MISSED IT, IS IT STILL THERE?
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I’m afraid it was only around on Sunday night. And I missed it even though it was right there. I would had to wait all night to see it or traveled up way high. I was too lazy for that.
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I’ll just use my imaginary telescope then
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And I will put up an imaginary telescope for you to see it.
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Thanks Ben
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Always glad to you see the wrong thing or in the wrong direction.
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For us, it provided a brightly lit cloud cover.
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I’m pretty sure I want to kill all the trees for getting in my way of seeing it. Then I would have not been appreciative anyways. Cause you know…
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