Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Beneath A Full Carolina Moon


Yesterday and last night was a full moon, but the effects have been going for a week. It's been nuts at work and just about anywhere else I've been. Every lunatic that could be off a bit has been way, way, way, off! We are very close to the summer solstice, which occurs June 21, and having a full moon. Maybe the combination has wreaked havoc with the lunatic segment.

I chose the pic above to illustrate lunacy because I couldn't find an appropriate one. We don't have women here in the deep south that tend to kiss snakes, even the crazy ones. But, we do have some crazy ones that spew their own venom; like my next door neighbor for instance.

I won't get into it here, but just suffice to say she is nuts, and with the approaching solstice and the recent full moon's influence, she has been totally nuts and spewing venom like a spitting cobra. I wish she would kiss a cotton mouth moccasin on the lips; and vice-versa.

Now I'm being ugly. But hey; I call'em like I see'em. A lunatic by any other name is still a lunatic...a screaming lunatic no less.

Posted by Dread, who thinks "screaming lunatic" is a more polite term, although less accurate, than "crazed, raving, banshee bitch!"

1 comment:

Sandy Kessler said...

how do you really feel on this one?/Any parrticular reason for bansheeism??