When I think of death, I think of full moons.
Full moons are a mundane experience, but seeing a fat red moon rising over the hills is as close to true magic as ordinary life comes.
A few years ago, it occurred to me that each number of full moons alloted to a person is finite. An obvious observation, I know. But still one of those things that hits you hard at the moment you observe it.
If life goes along in it’s merry way, I may have 200, even 300, full moons left. That sounds like a lot of full moons. Surely I can afford to squander dozens of those in busy oblivion. But what about the day when you’re finally down to one full moon — and you can’t even be sure of that?
Appreciate those full moons, dear readers. Or those puppy kisses or orgasms or moments of cuddling your spouse or pushing your child on a swing. Or those bites of rare steak or chocolate cake. Or those pink and gold dawns. While you’ve got them.
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Mike Vanderboegh, good man that he is, has considered what will happen to us and his causes after his last full moon has gone down: His son has taken on the blogging at Sipsey Street. Big shoes to fill there, son. But thanks for stepping into them.
Puppy kisses, eh. Thursday last, I lost my mind. Brought home a 6 week old, male, German Shepherd puppy.
I do appreciate those puppy kisses, and, oh yes…..orgasms!
I will miss Mike and his writings, I’m praying that his son will follow closely to the footsteps that his father will be leaving.
Bob
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idahobob — You may get tired of those puppy kisses — and puppy teeth and puppy puddles — before very long. But good on you!
24 hours, maybe seventy good years… it’s really not that long a stay is it?
“When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.” – Tecumseh
Get tired of puppy kisses? NEVER. 🙂 But then, they don’t stay puppies very long at all. Many years ago I fell in the field and was over run by 14 black Labrador puppies, about two months old. I got LOTS of puppy kisses that day. And I have film to prove it. 🙂 One very, very fond memory.