My birthday is coming up. I will turn 66 years old. I was looking on the calendar to find the next payday, and it turned out to be that date. I took me a moment to realize there was something else about that date. I am getting better with the me-centric universe: maybe.
This phase of a person’s year is a time of reflection. It is a time to look at what a body can do about correction, and what a body has going on until the next one. I decided I do not know the stars and location of the constellation Leo; I am not even able to pick it out in the sky. That is simply wrong. I am going to fix that.
Last night I went outside to poke at that problem. The stars on Ursa Major pointing to the spot where the correct stars should be was behind the tree line. I need to get higher and away from town.
No time is truly wasted. It was less than 48 hours to the full moon. If the moon was a bull’s head, a Texas Longhorn, Jupiter and Saturn would have been the tips of its horns.