NORMAN — I guess we all have one thing in common right now. We survived a “blood moon.”
What a whirlwind of a week. It seemed that, like Hillary Clinton, the universe was just tossing shoes at me left and right. Maybe it was a sign I need to slow down, but it seemed like nothing went as planned this week.
The energy in the air these last few days has seemed as uncomfortable as running into an ex-boyfriend with his much prettier new girlfriend.
Although breathtaking to look at, this moon phenomenon seems to have such a harsh name. I understand the idea behind calling it the “blood moon,” but — and being a graduate of Oklahoma State, this is difficult to say — what if we renamed the next “blood moon” the “crimson and cream moon”? The name seems more friendly and hopefully would be more forgiving.
One of the positive things that happened this week was celebrating nine years of earning my marriage certificate. It’s a certificate that, over the years, has cost a lot of money, cost me a lot of sleepless nights and cost me my heart — all of which I’ve given freely.
I never expected to get married, and my family gave up on the idea after I turned 30. They finally started to really think I was serious all those years I spent proclaiming my singlehood forever.
But, and this is the amazing part of life, I was blindsided one afternoon during a lunch date, and the rest, as they say, is history. He was tall, handsome and drove a Ford truck. What more could a Kansas girl want?
Over the years, I’ve learned to appreciate the small things my mate does. He puts up with my silly ideas to repaint a living room that we just painted a year ago. He stays up late at night to care for one of our sick dogs. Her illness is another thing I’m blaming on that moon.