Full Moon Pie

My baby polar bear wanted to take a selfie with the moon for which he was named, but his arms are too short, so Ter tucked him into her hoodie and we walked him across the street for a photo shoot. I handled the camera and she was the animal wrangler. Moonie just played his criminally cute self and voila! Full Moon Pie!

The plan had been to do it last month, but we missed the opportunity due to cloudy skies. I thought the August moon would be better anyway, but little did I know …

We were hanging out in the Ocean Room, waiting for just the right light and discussing how much better our view is since the tree across the street sent a branch as thick as a small sapling into the new neighbour’s yard on Friday (the city crew was out chipping wood past 11:00 that night; yeah, they made themselves popular with the rest of the ’hood) – apparently the view isn’t that much better, however, because we noticed that cars were pulling over waterside and people were stopping to look at something in the bay. There were no helicopters, so it couldn’t have been a marine rescue, and no events are usually scheduled for sundown on a Sunday, so by the time my curiosity peaked, Ter ran down to the stoop and came back calling, “Ruthie, you’ve got to see this!”

The Super Moon was rising. I have never seen the like of it – bigger than the sun, as bright as a new loonie, and attracting spectators like they were flies and it was dipped in honey. One of the neighbours said he’d read it was 14% bigger than the normal moon and it sure looked like it to me. But a 14% bigger dilemma rose with it:

How were we going to manage Moonie’s photo shoot with half of Victoria watching???

Well, damn the torpedoes, I was not going to let the plan slide, especially when the moon itself was as extra-special as my little puffball. We smuggled him out the door and across the street, cruised for the best location, somewhere between street level and the beach, I knelt down to get the best angle, then said, “Okay, Ter, let’s do this thing.”

Poor little Moon Pie. He’s so good natured that he didn’t balk despite being openly bewildered and slightly freaked at being outside without his buddies. You’d never guess by the picture, though, would you? Twenty minutes later, he was back in the bedroom telling the other bears all about his adventure. And you can bet in his version, he was the bravest bear in the world.

Actually, he’s the bravest bear in my version, too.