How to Tell When There is a Full Moon

I know when there is a full moon by looking at my Twitter feed. I’ve been casually documenting this phenomenon for about a year now. Every month, like clockwork, Twitter loses its collective mind over something. This month, it happens to be about a guy who lives very simply in a rural area, although he does have a Twitter following. He’s had an somewhat difficult life which included being homeless for a time. Now he is married with a baby. I’ve been following him for a while because I enjoy reading what he writes, but this week, I began seeing him literally everywhere on Twitter. He was being re-tweeted by other people I follow who had lots to say about his posts. (Yes, I get that some of that could be attributed to the algorithm, but not all of it.) People I follow because they write about fashion were commenting on the way he dresses. One person said he and his wife were cosplaying as Mennonites, which made me chuckle. Other people went ballistic because he posted about eating roadkill. That is a thing in rural areas. If you hit a deer in the head and the rest of it is undamaged, Animal Control may pick up the fresh kill and take it to a processor, who processes it and gives the meat to a local food bank. Why waste it?

It all comes down to the fact that 1) a lot of people have too much time on their hands and 2) having too much time on their hands, they feel the need to become the village busybody and police other people’s lifestyles. The full moon just speeds that along a bit.

I never post on Twitter. I have a carefully curated feed that shows me posts from interesting people I follow and that is as far as my interaction goes with that app.

Other than that, it hasn’t been an exciting week here; hence, the lack of blog posts. On Monday, I delivered the deposit check to the venue where DD#2 will have her wedding. My mother and the girls and I have been to this hotel in the past because we would get massages and facials in their spa. The hotel has valet parking. I am still driving DD#1’s car. (I related this story to the husband and he knew exactly where I was going with it.) I pulled up to the valet stand and opened the door and a young man came hustling over to me. I said, “Are you good with a stick shift?” His face fell and he said, “No, I can’t drive a stick. Can you park your own car?”

They call them millennial anti-theft devices for a reason.

I bought paint for the rental house. That project is on my schedule for next week, along with planting the next round of seeds.

I did a podcast interview yesterday morning with someone I’ve known since about 2017. We bonded on one of the Facebook Necchi groups over our shared love of those machines. Each of us has a Necchi BV industrial. She has a career as a technical writer but started a side hustle making home dec items and then transitioned to designing handbags. She recently popped up again in my Facebook feed and it was good to reconnect with her and find out how her business is going.

After the interview, I spent the remainder of yesterday working on the second iteration of the Burnside Bibs for the young woman who works at the store. I don’t want this project to languish.

The fabric is a Tula Pink wideback. All that remains is to make and attach the shoulder straps, sew down the facing on the inside, and attach the belt loops on the back. I may try to finish it this morning.

I am caught up on Call the Midwife so I binge-watched the PBS version of The Count of Monte Cristo this week. I enjoyed it very much. It made me think of the PBS kids’ show, Wishbone, that the girls watched when they were little. The show’s main character was a small dog that acted out great classics, and TCOMC was one of them.

Enjoy the full moon. You may want to avoid Twitter for a few days.