Maybe it’s not the moon at all, I hear Spike Lee’s shooting down the street

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I was just starting to write a post about work tonight, when there was a knock on the front door.

It’s 10:00. AT NIGHT.

NO ONE knocks on our door at 10:00 at night.

It takes a second for it to register what is actually happening.

I think for a second that Adam has knocked something on the floor.

Adam is asleep on the couch as I get up to answer the door.

I discover that it’s our next-door neighbor Jill.

She apologizes, says she saw the TV on and us sitting in the living room.

We don’t have blinds on our windows. We sit in a fish bowl. She clearly could see we were awake.

She very excitedly says, you have to come outside and look at the sky. You can see the Northern Lights. She goes on saying it’s never this far south and as a Mainer has never seen them before.

Adam gets up and we both go outside.

It a clear night, it’s cold, and the sky is beautiful.

Our neighbors from next door, and diagonally across the street are standing in the street.

It takes a few minutes, but you can see streaks of light across the sky.

It was not the beautiful greens and amber that you see in photos but there is definitely light pulsing through the sky.

We stood outside for about 20 minutes until we both were freezing.

Have I mentioned that the heat is still on in our house on the 9th day of May?

It was very moving and beautiful.

I’m going to go back out while Adam is showering for bed.

I’ll keep you posted on what I see.

Tell me this feeling lasts till forever…

I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I was awake at 2:30 this morning.

Which is a new thing, as I’ve been sleeping better than ever for the past three months or so. Seems a new job, new me, new car, new knee makes a difference in my life.

Why was I awake at 2:30 this morning?

Because I was consumed with things I can write about, that have nothing to do with the day to day service of my current restaurant.

Over the past month, I’ve created a list of potential topics.

Currently I have 287.

That’s after, spending 30 minutes last night, just brainstorming.

At 2:30 in the morning.

At some point I put my phone down and fell asleep.

I wonder if my writing friends of whom I have a lot, find themselves awake in the middle of the night, creating stories.

And it’s true, I have lots of friends who write and are published authors. Plays, Novels, Poems. Movies, etc. Some on the NY Times best seller. Some with Emmy’s. Some self-published. Some produced playwrights.

Some who do what I do and write for fun.

Long story short, its sometime hard to turn it off, when my brain gets going.

It’s also a lot more fun than it used to be, because those were stress posts. These are fun stories of my past. First jobs. Worst jobs? Great jobs? Embarrassing jobs.

So much fun.

Meanwhile.

I need to start writing 12 posts a day, so that I can get ahead of my list.

Now.

I need to get home.

I’m tired and tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.

We are busy. And it’s all 2-tops.

I’ve got to come in early, and create a new floor plan with all the tables pulled apart, just enough so that couples don’t yell at me.

I’ll wrap up my post by saying, if you get a pedicure the Sunday before Valentine’s Day, you have to wait because every girl in America is doing the same thing. And they charge you premium pricing.

It was my first since my knee surgery and my toes looked live hooves. I tipped her ten million dollars.