A fortune cookie told me, some weeks ago, that luck would come to me at the next full moon.

On the one hand, I am a die-hard skeptic, rational to a fault and positively snide regarding baseless superstition. On the other hand, at that point, I was down, out, in desperate need of luck, and not inclined to look a gift cookie in the mouth.

Well, twenty-odd days later, the full moon came. And I can’t say that I, for example, found a winning lottery ticket, but I did finally get the second half of a payment that (thank you, Ganesh) keeps the wolf from the door for another month, which I really needed, because September, owing to my moving and quarterly taxes and whatnot, was ugly on the money front. (Really…really…ugly.)  So that’s a huge load off my mind.

Of course, I got it because I called my agent every few days for a week and a half, which may just prove that we make our own luck in this life.

On that note, I may auction off another commission or two this weekend, just because I’m gonna need to reacquire all the essentials that I ditched before my move. (You know. Windex. Garbage can. Shower curtain. Decent computer chair. Etc.)  I’m thinking another Weird Shoe commission, and possibly a smaller watercolor on the theme of “Anything you want, as long as it’s a hamster.”

Perhaps I’ll go birding again this evening, just in case whatever odd and MSG-laden gods enforce the dictates of fortune cookies would like to punt one of the last surviving Bachman’s warblers in my direction. (Okay, that’s probably asking a lot of a cookie. Still…)