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Beware big bright thing in night sky

October 7, 2012
By JANICE R. KIASKI - Herald-Star community editor ( , The Herald-Star

I always know when there's a full moon, even before I see it all big and round and bright in the night sky.

I feel it.

I get squinty eyes as if I'm in the midst of a sand storm.

I do a lot of sighing. Heavy sighing.

I feel extra thick so I wear black pants.

I think it's hot when everyone else seems cold.

My hair goes flat.

My family feels a certain way about me - "frightened" is one word that comes to mind.

And just about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g bugs me.

A freezer void of Moose Tracks ice cream.

Cupboard doors left open.

Mid-morning questions about what's for dinner.

Mid-afternoon questions about what's for dinner.

Dinner-time questions about what's for dinner.

And inquiries from Better Half who gingerly wonders aloud after the clock has struck 5 p.m., "Are we eating anything at all today or are we just getting something out?"

I sigh. Heavily.

Oh that other people's food intake should be my burden - not a good idea. Certainly not very filling either.

Under full moon conditions, it's enough to make me all snarly and snotty.

I give my family the famous line my mother always gave us when we were kids complaining about being hungry - big moon or little moon.

"Well, there's cheese and there's peanut butter!" she would say with a mixture of conviction and enthusiasm as if the combination of cheddar cheese and crunchy peanut butter constituted a Julia Child recipe for fine dining.

Then I feel bad, but it's too late.

Better Half has already figured out that it's that time of the month - Mr. Big Round Moon is b-a-c-k.

Or else it's attack No. 204 of the menopause thing. The symptoms do run parallel, but a glance to the sky confirms the real culprit in this particular case.

"I need to go for a ride," I lament in what is a lame attempt to make co-habitating peace with Better Half.

"Horse or broom?" he asks.


I'm not an easy person to live with, especially come full moon time, but those with whom I dwell under the same roof learn to adapt.

The full moon comes and goes. And the full moon feelings pass, like a kidney stone, I suppose.

When they do, things return to normal in the Kiaski household, and we savor once again the simple pleasures.

Ahhh, there's nothing like a little cheese and peanut butter by regular moonlight.

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at

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