Once in a blue moon. I think of "it" as a once in a lifetime event.
It's been several years ago (can't remember how many - bunches though) that I saw a BLUEMOON. I remember the actual day quite clearly because it was St. Patrick's Day. I had been away or maybe just quieter than usual. My entire family and a few of the kid's friends were enjoying wings night out at Buffalo Wild Wings (three's favorite dinner treat back then). Usually we played one of the trivia games and frequently our table won - everyone's interests are so varied that our group excelled at those trivia games. For some reason I was way down on the end of the table and the place just seemed overbearingly loud. I drifted away in a bubble of my own where the noise dulled, becoming indistinct. I looked out the window, saw a BLUEMOON, and became enchanted.
That was special. Remembering it is going to go on my 1000 thank~fuls list.
I need to get back on noting those small pleasures. They can be perceived as little pictures of God's love. Little fragile joy bubbles.
Happy St. Patrick's Day.