Saturday, 19 March 2011
So here am I, all excited about the super-moon at which we may (or may not - it's quite cloudy here) be able to wonder, open-mouthed, tonight.
The Lovely Son rang, and after some delicate interrogation of his current situation re house, cat, girlfriend, work, money, and so on, in the way that mothers must, I told him all about this beautiful moon.
Yawn, yawn. He knows. Yes, he also knows that the huge rising moon we see on the horizon is an illusion. He doesn't know that the way to test this is by looking through a cardboard tube, the sort that goes inside a roll of kitchen towel, to prove that the seemingly-gigantic moon is actually the same size as it will be hours later, when we perceive it as much smaller, but does he care?
No. Collapse of stout party. I thought it was all very interesting and rather enthralling, anyway.
When the Lovely Son was a very little boy, he came indoors from the garden and told his grandma something - I forget what - that had clearly taken his fancy. She, for once, failed to respond as fully as he would have liked, giving a polite "Mmm-hmm" and he was outraged. "Well, SAY me somet'ing 'bout it!"
So, it's going to be a super-moon tonight, and although you really don't have to say me somet'ing 'bout it, I hope you'll be out there with your cardboard tube and your sense of wonder.
Posted by rachel at 17:39