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My grandfather used to sit on the back porch of his Edmonds house and look at the moon. Sometimes I would join him.

"When it's like that," he would say, gazing, "like a canoe, then that means it won't rain. The boat holds the rain in."

My five-year-old eyes stared at the fingernail moon, as I tried to understand. I knew it didn't work that way, but I didn't know how it did work. I certainly wasn't going to contradict him. His hands were big and his temper was quick, and though he wouldn't have used it while looking at the moon, I wasn't sure.

Tonight, driving home from choir practice, there it was. La luna bella, her canoe holding back the rain:




	s c o u t better living through better living Looking for SCOUT's other blog? The one with all the pictures and stuff? CLICK HERE Home Admin Password Remember Me 613680 Curiosities served Share on Facebook				2007-01-23 9:53 PM Canoe Moon Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (1) My grandfather used to sit on the back porch of his Edmonds house and look at the moon. Sometimes I would join him. "When it's like that," he would say, gazing, "like a canoe, then that means it won't rain. The boat holds the rain in." My five-year-old eyes stared at the fingernail moon, as I tried to understand. I knew it didn't work that way, but I didn't know how it did work. I certainly wasn't going to contradict him. His hands were big and his temper was quick, and though he wouldn't have used it while looking at the moon, I wasn't sure. Tonight, driving home from choir practice, there it was. La luna bella, her canoe holding back the rain: Read/Post Comments (1) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top