The Blood Moon Eclipse

 It's raining ... it's pouring ... Georgie is snoring.  We sang that a lot when I was a kid, laying outside on our old army cots with just a thin sleeping bag.  There would be no sleeping out here however, since it rained most of the night, then another six hours worth yesterday.  We haven't seen anything like that in many moons.

Speaking of moons ... it was the blood moon eclipse on 11/8, but happening at something like one am.  That's WAY too late for me to be up.  At night my spirit animal is a chicken and we go to bed early.  Lucky for me it was still raining, so there was no way I was going to see anything.  This is an image I took during the last blood moon.  Pretty cool to see it so orange.

Before that, I was up in southern Washington at an RV park when this happened.  I had purchased a few of those special glasses so I wouldn't go blind, and passed them out.  About six of us oohed and ahhed over the beautiful moon.  It took me about six hours to put this picture together.  

Here is what it looked like this time.  Not my picture.  Photographers in California were like let's go to the High Sierras so we can see it.  Yeah, it was snowing there.  

The main problem with a blood moon, or ANY full moon for that matter ... even just a HALF moon ... is it affects the masses.  The peasants pull out their pitchforks, swords, burning torches, switchblades and anything else they can wave at you.

It started out bad when both of my counting gals did not show up.  I drug one of the Knights kicking and screaming to the chair beside me.  Then I had a thought ... the ER (the lodge president) wanted to learn the cash register.  Nothing like throwing her to the wolves.  

After two minutes of learning the names, I had her counting up a storm.  She didn't exactly call them right, but it was close enough.  It was the number I needed.  We ran through 140 peasants in short order.  That's a lie ... it took us well over two hours with me working the keys like a mad woman.

HOWEVER ... the Blood Moon and the frozen turkeys brought out everyone's bad side.  They couldn't decide what they wanted and didn't count right when they did.  It's the old "just claim they stuck together" trick that never works.

Cranky was the word of the night as a couple of ladies were unhappy with the new counter.  Little did they know they were working with a new rabid raccoon.  It happens to everyone who works the table.  After a couple of years, you just laugh about it.  The ER has one year and 364 more days of Bingo to get there. 

There was a constant stream of "you didn't give me all my cards" to "where's my red ticket" (look in your pocket ... OH ... there it is" ALL NIGHT LONG.  If it's on your receipt (which they all were) it means they were counted, the number called out loud to me so you heard it, they were placed in your stack and handed to you.  You either dropped them, or more likely, set your cards down and turned your back.  NEVER turn your back.  Things magically disappear.

That always makes for BLOOD MOON MADNESS!!!  Oh and the turkeys.  Every Thanksgiving we give away frozen turkeys to ten lucky winners who hold the magic red ticket.  It surprises me how they can spend $75 for bingo, but not $20 for a turkey.   

Anyway, we just rolled our eyes and counted the donations, this time going to the local Library who is setting up an after-school teen center for kids with working parents.  

Finally the night was over as I extracted a promise from the ER that she would not run screaming off into the night ... that she would be back next week.  I'm not holding my breath!!

More rain expected all day ... the perfect excuse to hang out on the couch with Cooper.