Slivers

 I've been looking at the moon the last several nights. Over the years, Jim and i have gotten some really nice photos of the moon. Fat and full. With craters and shadows. Eclipsed. Bright white and harvest orange. He has used my shoulder to quiet a long camera lens and assure a steadier shot. He would tell me when... and I would hold my breath and try not to move. Click. Click. Check the screen and shoot again if he didn't like it.

We have been in simple places and grand places. Small East Texas towns. Canyons and National Parks. Big Sky country. And, the moon always shows up. Phases change. Position alters, but it's there.

There is something so connecting about this lighted orb. Something very personal even though the entire world shares it. A personal reminder of places and times. Certainly, it can make you feel very small in perspective of just our galaxy, but at the same time very important and intimate in terms of your own memories and appreciation.

This July waxing moon is about half light right now. First quarter. But started out as a promising curved sliver of pure light just a few days ago. Appreciated for its own beauty and shape.

Jim's progress is similar. A sliver a few days ago compared to the growth he is having this week. Bigger and brighter. Stronger. Working towards the full moon of progress on the first of August. And, then...even when the moon seems to disappear in the sky, it doesn't. It is the new moon.

Medical: Holding well.

Hopefully the g tube is removed thursday this week! Glory!

No word of the day.

But an author of the day. John Maltese. Jim is so well read that I sometimes need to look up a name that i might not be familiar with, but that he spouted out during a chat for whatever reason or association. Not the first or last time this will happen.

Slivers.