We have been enjoying the most gorgeous full moon for several evenings. He has always loved sitting out in the summer when the moon was full. Told him I’d take his pic tonight from the deck.
“Are you kidding, I’m not crazy to go stand outside.”
About every half hour he goes to the window and reports that we have a nice full moon.
Kind of sweet – I love that about his heart.
(Two nights ago his cat was acting very bizarre – tail fluffed up and roaring up and down the stairs, flying off his cat stand, howling and generally being very weird. Wore himself right out and flopped on our bed – next day I realized maybe the moon had affected him. He’s normally so lazy he doesn’t even meow – if you can believe that!)
At school we could always tell when the moon was full…the kids were bonkers, and so were some of the teachers.
A man in Haiti who lived near us was very affected by the moon. When it was full, his bizarre side came out. Otherwise, he was as sane as could be.
I too enjoyed last night’s moon, bright orange at the horizon, while driving home from visiting Mom. I wondered if her frantic ‘dementia dialing’ the previous evening had been moon related.
Yep, full moons can bring forth strange things they say:) It was a beautiful moon.