Your Weekly Antics the Red Moon Lies Edition...3-14-25

Well kids, it’s a full moon. And not just any full moon, but a worm moon. And if that’s not enough, it’s a full red blood worm moon. And just when you think it can’t get any better, the full red blood worm moon is happening during a total lunar eclipse. What does that mean for all of us? It means buckle the hell up, things are about to get interesting around here. Here’s what I’ve got...

1. Had we been on top of things or if The Antics had gotten published on time, you would have known to see the full blood moon at its peak here in the east would have been between 1:09am and 4:47 am, yesterday, or technically overnight if you will, with totality peaking between 2:26 and 3:31am. It promised to be quite the celestial event, I hope you all set your alarms and caught a glimpse. Let me know how things worked out for you.

2. Or maybe like everything else, false promises were made and the clouds rolled in. I thought I'd go on out and truly document the full red blood moon and report back here with photos and my thoughts on the beauty of it. Well, good thing we weren't waiting on that because I was up between the hours of 1:09 and 4:47 am and took a stroll out onto my deck, because that's what all normal people do here in the 02 during those hours. And what did I see? I'll tell you what I saw...a whole lot of nothing. Clouds, clouds and more clouds is what I saw. No moon, nothing red, not a dam thing. A total bust. Lies, lies and more lies.

   Exhibit 1, Gibson and Avy hanging out watching TV.

3. It seems to me that every time we're told about some rare or interesting one of a kind, can't miss it because you'll be dead the next time it comes around event, the weather screws it up for us and we don't see anything. That's because NASA, astrologers and all the others who track such events enjoy messing with us. Those scrubs were tucked away warm in their beds - maybe they rolled over and had a good chuckle for themselves thinking that they were responsible for the rest of us idiots standing outside in the middle of the night looking up at the sky like a bunch of damn fools.

   
   

   

   
   
   
   
   
   

4. Uncle Steve is at it again…a man who likes to live simply and use only what he needs, doesn’t need an official toolbox that you regular scrubs pick up at Home Depot or Lowe’s. He doesn’t need something fancy to get things done. A man of intellect and resourcefulness, he made his own. Then, taking care of his coworkers and friends, he made his friend one too. Be like Uncle Steve people, he’s got it together. Exhibit 2, the back of Uncle Steve with his trusty cardboard box toolbox ready for when he needs it.

   
   
   
   

5. As you should all know by now, the city speed limit is officially being enforced at 25mph. What does that mean for all of you? That means leave on time and don’t drive like an ass or you’ll pay. It doesn’t pay to fight the law kids, follow the posted speed limit. Exhibit 3, a text from the middle kid just assuming I was texting in cod.

6. If you want to get a little crazy, go on out to Rutland, it’s like the wild west out there. The posted speed limit is 45mph – giddy up.

   Exhibit 4, another one-of-a-kind toolbox made by Uncle Steve.

   
   

7. Seeing as it’s frowned upon to swear in the workplace, I’ve taken matters into my own hands with morse code. I’m going to start making morse code bracelets with a variety of my favorite sayings and don them on my wrists. Some people have inspirational morse code bracelets, but not me, I like to keep things real. So, should you be in the office and see me with both hands in the air, waving em like I just don’t care, that means I don’t…read the bracelet people and try to figure out what I’d really like to be saying. Exhibit 4, swearing in morse code is one of my underappreciated dark gifts.

   
   
   
   

8. Photographic evidence that I was in the office. Proof I left everything where I found it…or did I? Robyn will find out sooner or later if all her belongings are where she left them and accounted for. Perhaps she too was gifted one of Uncle Steve’s homemade DIY toolboxes? Exhibit 5, unsupervised visit to Robyn's office.

   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   

9. Spring is here...sun's been shining, temperatures are warming up, it's glorious. Unless you share your home with a 90lb lunatic dog who loves mud. Loves to run in it, roll in it, sleep in it and dig in it - mud, mud and more mud. By Tuesday of this week Gibson had already had his third bath. He wasn't happy, I wasn't happy, and now we are no longer on speaking terms.

   
   
   
   

10. Clearly this is why Al is considered the preferred dog caregiver because of this right here. Exhibit 6, this would be Al insisting on taking Gibson with him for his weekly grocery shopping run and then stopping at Starbucks for a pup cup. This doesn't exactly help my cause with getting this dog to come to me when he's outside tearing up the lawn.

    
    

And last but not least...even though we weren't able to see the full red blood worm moon, don't let your guard down. Whether you saw it or not, it has the power to turn things all off kilter. For example, Walter called me not once, but twice this week. I thought for sure the earth was going to swallow me up. Wonders never cease.

Have a great weekend!