Full Moon, Strange Things

Okay, maybe what Hick did isn't the strangest thing he's ever done. I think tucking the banana peel down in the cushions of his La-Z-Boy might top that list. Or losing half a donut under his chair in the hospital recovery room while waiting for The Pony to come back from elbow surgery when he was a young 'un. But this time his auction purchase may have gotten out of hand.

He sent me the picture before he brought her home.

There she stands, regally, beside a tackle box that Hick also bought. There is a lag in our email out here in the hinterlands. Hick sent that email at the end of the auction, after I had closed out that particular email account, and my phone didn't pick it up until Sunday morning. By then, I had already been astonished to see her in person. By our kitchen table.

Don't get me wrong. She's a beautiful piece. And I hope I am not being offensive in calling a lady a piece. Even a wooden one. She's carved, you know, from one piece of wood. She's a beauty, and belongs where she can be displayed and appreciated. Oh, Hick appreciates her. He plans to stick her in The Pony's Sword Shack. He has quite the eclectic collection in there. From a metal suit of armor to a crest of arms to a Roman battle helmet to Japanese swords to a shield with a big red cross to those scary wooden masks. I suppose it's becoming more of a history museum than a Sword Shack.

Hick calls her his African laundry lady. Right now she's cooling her bare heels standing sentinel over the strawberry water. I feel sad that she will be shut away in a Sword Shack, but we are not artsy people with pieces on display under tasteful lighting. Hick paid $15 for her, which I think is as good a bargain as that bordello mirror. Too bad he doesn't have a Cigar Store Indian to keep her company. I guess that hollow knight will have to do.

Oh, and here's the Super Moon rising over the garage Sunday night.

I tried to get a closer view, but it did not turn out as I planned.

LOOK! I've discovered a new planet! Or captured a UFO on its way to our back-creek neighbor Bev's house, perhaps to anally probe her!

Full moon. Odd occurrences. At least I was not subjected to a HUMAN full moon.