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Between the Curse of the Bambino being finally broken tonight, and the Blood Moon eclipse, I'm a little overwhelmed! I'm glad for the Sox and pretty amazed that they've won 8 in a row and swept the Cards. I like the Cards, but was pulling for the Sox. And they won just a minute or so before totality.

Totality was, of course, awesome, and I sat there on the ground in my pyjamas being my usual overwhelmed self.

When I was 6 months old, my paternal grandmother died. As some of you know, I always felt close with her. I was the last grandchild born while she was still alive, and I look pretty nearly exactly like her. I used to talk to her from the time I could talk. Tell you something weird. I used to walk in my sleep as a child and go to the kitchen, and just babble. When I was 3, my parents were going to take me to Disneyworld for the first time. One night about two weeks before we were supposed to leave, my mother found me in the kitchen. I had managed to get in my high chair, no less, and she still doesn't know how that happened, but I was babbling to someone. She asked me who I was talking to, and I told her Grandma. She asked what Grandma had said, and I told her that Grandma said not to get on the plane, because it was going to fall out of the sky. She woke my Dad up, and I have a vague memory of sitting in the kitchen talking to two panicking parents about Grandma. Talking to Grandma, however--this seemed natural and not scary at all. I mean, what was the big deal? I’ll bet if no one had made a huge deal of it and thought it was so bizarre, I mightn’t have stopped doing it.

Anyway, they thought about cancelling the trip, but then the decision was taken away from them anyway, because two days before we were to leave, I came down with some outrageously high fever and we couldn’t go anyway. (I remember the fever, too. I was on my parents’ bed and my Mom was sitting with me while my Dad was on the phone with the family doctor.) I was never sure of the exact details--I'd always thought it was LaGuardia we were supposed to leave from, but I guess not. We were supposed to be on <a href="http://www.super70s.com/Super70s/Tech/Aviation/Disasters/75-06-24(Eastern).asp”>this flight.</a> I have this one persistant memory of a dream that I had when I was very young, three or four. I know it was before kindergarten and I started kindergarten when I was four. It had to do with a book I was reading at that time (my mother taught me to read before kindergarten started so I’d have a head start,) and I think it was “In A People House,” because I remember a mouse hole featuring in the book. In this dream, there was a mousehole in my bedroom closet, and my dog’s collar was in it. (This, I think, was from a different book, one of those “star in your own book” series things, because I seem to remember a picture of a dog collar with the word “Trouble” written on it, and Trouble was our dog’s name.) At any rate, there was something about hiding things in the mousehole in the bedroom closet, and my paternal grandfather had hidden some things in there or something. This is all very, very vague. Then, in the dream, I looked out the back Southern window of my bedroom (up until ‘91 when the White Trash moved in, it was all woods behind my house,) and I could see the full moon. I remember thinking that my Grandmother was there, and that was what everyone meant when they said she was in heaven. Not exactly that the moon was heaven, but that the sky was heaven and the moon was my Grandmother. Today, as a witch, that seems somewhat meaningful. So once in a while when I look out the Southern window and I see the full, or near full moon out there, I can recall the exact feeling of that dream. And it was a little spooky, a little exultant, a little exciting. So tonight I got that feeling again, and when I did, I saw a shooting star just East of the moon. And some other things went down that were between the moon and myself. Huh. All very strange. But now totality is over, and I can’t go to bed without seeing the moon start to come out of the shadow. In witchcraft, the lunar eclipse is supposed to show you all phases of the Goddess, or, to put it more plainly, all three phases of a woman’s life: Maiden, Mother and Crone. And while it is possible to be somewhere between Maiden and Mother--hey, is that some sort of limbo?--wouldn’t it be nice to be fully into Phase Two? And other such personal things. But I guess that the shadow moving away from the moon after totality is significant. Rebirth, the cycle and things like that, huh? So I guess I’d better go out and look at it some more. Oh, and, yay Red Sox!

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Between the Curse of the Bambino being finally broken tonight, and the Blood Moon eclipse, I'm a little overwhelmed! I'm glad for the Sox and pretty amazed that they've won 8 in a row and swept the Cards. I like the Cards, but was pulling for the Sox. And they won just a minute or so before totality.

Totality was, of course, awesome, and I sat there on the ground in my pyjamas being my usual overwhelmed self.

When I was 6 months old, my paternal grandmother died. As some of you know, I always felt close with her. I was the last grandchild born while she was still alive, and I look pretty nearly exactly like her. I used to talk to her from the time I could talk. Tell you something weird. I used to walk in my sleep as a child and go to the kitchen, and just babble. When I was 3, my parents were going to take me to Disneyworld for the first time. One night about two weeks before we were supposed to leave, my mother found me in the kitchen. I had managed to get in my high chair, no less, and she still doesn't know how that happened, but I was babbling to someone. She asked me who I was talking to, and I told her Grandma. She asked what Grandma had said, and I told her that Grandma said not to get on the plane, because it was going to fall out of the sky. She woke my Dad up, and I have a vague memory of sitting in the kitchen talking to two panicking parents about Grandma. Talking to Grandma, however--this seemed natural and not scary at all. I mean, what was the big deal? I’ll bet if no one had made a huge deal of it and thought it was so bizarre, I mightn’t have stopped doing it.

Anyway, they thought about cancelling the trip, but then the decision was taken away from them anyway, because two days before we were to leave, I came down with some outrageously high fever and we couldn’t go anyway. (I remember the fever, too. I was on my parents’ bed and my Mom was sitting with me while my Dad was on the phone with the family doctor.) I was never sure of the exact details--I'd always thought it was LaGuardia we were supposed to leave from, but I guess not. We were supposed to be on <a href="http://www.super70s.com/Super70s/Tech/Aviation/Disasters/75-06-24(Eastern).asp”>this flight.</a> I have this one persistant memory of a dream that I had when I was very young, three or four. I know it was before kindergarten and I started kindergarten when I was four. It had to do with a book I was reading at that time (my mother taught me to read before kindergarten started so I’d have a head start,) and I think it was “In A People House,” because I remember a mouse hole featuring in the book. In this dream, there was a mousehole in my bedroom closet, and my dog’s collar was in it. (This, I think, was from a different book, one of those “star in your own book” series things, because I seem to remember a picture of a dog collar with the word “Trouble” written on it, and Trouble was our dog’s name.) At any rate, there was something about hiding things in the mousehole in the bedroom closet, and my paternal grandfather had hidden some things in there or something. This is all very, very vague. Then, in the dream, I looked out the back Southern window of my bedroom (up until ‘91 when the White Trash moved in, it was all woods behind my house,) and I could see the full moon. I remember thinking that my Grandmother was there, and that was what everyone meant when they said she was in heaven. Not exactly that the moon was heaven, but that the sky was heaven and the moon was my Grandmother. Today, as a witch, that seems somewhat meaningful. So once in a while when I look out the Southern window and I see the full, or near full moon out there, I can recall the exact feeling of that dream. And it was a little spooky, a little exultant, a little exciting. So tonight I got that feeling again, and when I did, I saw a shooting star just East of the moon. And some other things went down that were between the moon and myself. Huh. All very strange. But now totality is over, and I can’t go to bed without seeing the moon start to come out of the shadow. In witchcraft, the lunar eclipse is supposed to show you all phases of the Goddess, or, to put it more plainly, all three phases of a woman’s life: Maiden, Mother and Crone. And while it is possible to be somewhere between Maiden and Mother--hey, is that some sort of limbo?--wouldn’t it be nice to be fully into Phase Two? And other such personal things. But I guess that the shadow moving away from the moon after totality is significant. Rebirth, the cycle and things like that, huh? So I guess I’d better go out and look at it some more. Oh, and, yay Red Sox!