Yawn.
I was busy here, down in SW Pennsylvania. Trying to get the Polaris UTV up and running after a rough, cold, and wet winter.
I didn’t have the glasses, so I wasn’t spending every other minute staring at the sky.
And, truth be told, I didn’t notice all that much.
Mid-afternoon, we were supposed to be at 96% coverup. Other than the light being a bit weird, almost like a grey photo filter, nothing seemed out of place. And then, things were supposed to get better. Perhaps they did. I didn’t notice that much, either.
Nevertheless, I did eventually get the Polaris cranked up.
That was today’s real achievement! Now I can get the mower out of the shed and cut the grass!
If for no other reason, I’ll remember today’s event for its reminder of a movie that my mother loved:
Oh, Mum:
We’re busy going nowhere, isn’t it just a crime
We’d like to be unhappy but–
We never do have the time!
If only you could have stopped being unhappy long enough to just look at your three children. And to see what we–to a certain extent because of you–have done.
You actually spent your life busily going somewhere. And–as a result–we have done the same.
Bless. And thanks.
**That “once in a lifetime” shit? The next time something like this happens in my area of the country, I’ll be 90. Not all that old in actuarial family terms (never mind why the late Mr. Right used to call us the Dúnedain, and I hope I’ll make it that far). But still….
