Blue Moon

Dear Dick,

Just like with you on many a Friday night, the internet wasn't cooperating and I couldn't get a connection. I was trying to write you that night, my distant love. Right now you're as far away from me as the moon, it seems.

We often refer to seldom occurrences of happenings as 'once in a Blue Moon'. I'm sad that I can compare how often I see you to this time period, as well. As a matter of fact, I saw a "Blue Moon" Friday night and I still don't know when I'll see you again. The "Blue Moon" isn't due to return until 2015 so I do hope it's before then. Have you ever heard a wolf cry at the Blue Corn Moon? I live in an area rich with Indigenous history and I have a feeling some heard that howl. It wasn't a wolf, nor a coyote - it was me. It was my cry out for you, Dick. Some married people joke and say they remember when they used to have sex all the time, before they got married. Now they only get it on a holiday. NOT the case here. It was a holiday weekend and I didn't even know where you were. It's more like a leap year occurrence for me.
I took advantage of the peace and quiet of not having to argue (jokingly) over who's better at lighting the grill or grilling, or that my potato salad and baked beans are better than ya mama's. But I thought of you while I feasted on chicken drummettes, and rib bones, while licking an ice cream cone, sucking on Popsicles, and while a warm chocolate brownie melted in my mouth. When waves crashed on the beach and when those fireworks finally exploded...you were on my mind.
I hope you enjoyed the weekend and didn't play too hard.

Love,
Me