Thursday, 27 September 2018
Hermes the Moon
I find all this very strange. They call this the 'Harvest Moon' but for the life of me I have been unable to see any harvesting of any kind going on up there. I have searched NASA but not even the Chinese have managed to sow seeds as far as I can tell let alone harvest anything. Can you harvest Green cheese I wonder? If you could the French would be up there like a flash.
The name 'Harvest Moon' has been around for four hundred years or more, the name being recorded in the 1700's suggests that is was widely used for a long time before that. The brightness of the light, seen under a cloudless sky enabled harvesters to reap the crops late into the night. They must have rejoiced at such long hours! Indeed looking out at around three this morning the darkness was rent by the moonlight and it was clearly possible to manage many jobs sufficiently if need be. Criminals must remain indoors at such times as identification would be enhanced by the moonlight, and stealthy approaches or leaving of a burglary might be difficult if you can be seen.
Early man, attempting sleep on the roof in ancient Sumer must have wondered about the moon and all those other lights flashing across the sky. Little wonder they invented astrology, though in their day it did not involve a 'Tall dark man calling on Tuesday' of course. These Magi calculated and understood so much about the sky above recording phenomena of all kinds and their records are still studied today. The man on the Nippur omnibus must have wondered also when he had time to sleep what was going on above his head. Ancient peoples however bright they may have been were somewhat rough and indeed cruel towards one another, recalling God calling for the flood because "The LORD saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually." Slavery, forced work and brutal treatment was common in those days and it is no surprise a flood took them away. Christian influence has made many things better, even if it did lead to a 'liberal' society gone mad. It is almost impossible these days to find any place far enough from the light to see the sky as it is. After midnight most street lights are switched of here to save money and occasionally this gives opportunity, but only if the sky is clear.
All over the country people are desperately attempting to take photos of the moon. Many are turning out as small blobs of white light, like some of mine, others are well posed and tastefully arranged suitable for framing and sending to newspapers for a moments glory. I have enough glory so I don't bother.
'Hermes' strikes again! Or at least doesn't strike at all.
You recall I had one packet delivered, or not as the case may be. An email to company brought response, packet delivered next day (Hooray) and a few days later a duplicate, from customer services, followed. Contact made, promise of collection of duplicate was also made and Hermes awaited.
I still await.
Today I discovered many others in the town also awaiting Hermes. Packets not delivered, packets delivered but not to the house they ought to have been delivered to, phone calls to numbers that tell you to contact seller, emails not returned, calls not helpful.
One lady now claims the Hermes man is 'under investigation.'
Does this mean the police or the company? This is unclear. Naturally the women all consider the police are involved.
I am not so sure. Incompetence, poor pay, zero hours, long hours, foreigners straight of the back of a forty ton lorry, unable to read maps, read English, without licence, insurance or knowledge is more likely than anything else. Whatever the company will not be paying large sums, has large overheads and poor management of too much work. All adding up and if one man decides to help himself it will be difficult to sort things out. The police may have better things to do.
So I await developments.
The town awaits eagerly, packets aplenty lie somewhere, possibly in Essex, possibly in a van struggling through the dark looking for a town he has never heard off while checking the map to find out where he is.
This could go on for a while yet...
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3 comments:
You can just see the poor chap finding himself at Stansted airport and thinking...why not?
Leave the van and take the 'plane home...
Love the wind chimes poem.
My Dad would have been one of those who would have appreciated the Harvest Moon. A son of sharecroppers in Georgia, they worked a very long day.
Fly, I think he may be in Algeria or somewhere by now.
Kay, Dad would have seen many and wished it would wane!
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