Lunatics and lunacy have their roots in the word "luna", or moon, as it was once thought that the phases of our lunar orb played a role in dictating people's sanity. I should really check on whether we're waxing or waning...Cristobal is pouring outside, but the bus is $2 that I'd rather spend on coffee and pears. Sticking to my Money Diet (I dislike the word "budget"), I decided that I wasn't made of sugar and maybe a little stroll through a tropical storm would do me good. It took me thirty very wet minutes to get from my place to the youth centre in the Square, and by the time I actually squelched in the door my make-up had smeared into something resembling The Crow in drag. My cute little boho scarf was plastered to my neck and I actually had to turn my purse over and pour the water out. Remarkably, the kids were unfazed. One of them pointed out to me, a little needlessly, that I was wet. I managed a watery grin (haha) and wrung out my hair and shirt over the sink.
Coming home, I took the damn bus.
(*"Moon Tarot" by Michelle Ewing-Juarbe; www.paintingfingers.com)
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