We’ve captured a PBJ!
Got her fenced in!
She’ll never get away from us now!
Wait, she’s on the same side of the fence as that runway thing…
We’re over here with this really loud wedding thing…
Maybe it matters which side of the fence you’re on.
I was doing some research on places that we might want to head toward on the 21st to do our eclipse watching, depending on the weather, of course.
Some small towns near the intersection of the eclipse center line and major interstates are expecting as many as 100,000 people to flood in for a day. I saw articles from local planners who were trying to figure out how their water, traffic, groceries, gasoline, cell phone systems, sanitary facilities, medical facilities, and everything else would deal with that. Several compared it to what happened at Woodstock in 1969.
Stay chill, y’all.
Oh, and make sure to keep your gas tank full, have a cooler of snacks and drinks, and sunblock.
Stay inside the path of totality.
Bring patience. A metric shit ton of patience.
And have fun!
Updating my calendar yesterday and I realized that it was August 9th last year that we flew to New York City, my first trip there.
We were in the city for seven full days and so far I’ve only gotten around to sharing the pictures from the first three of them.
Okay, so while part of that is due to the fact that I take a LOT of pictures, I think more of it has to do with the fact that between my real, day job and my real, nights/weekend job I’ve been busier than God. Oh, that and the overwhelming, existential dread of daily existence and now imminent threat of civilization-ending thermonuclear war brought on by the stupidity of the American electorate and the cunning of the Russian intelligence agencies.
Wait…did I use my outside voice for that last part?
So, assuming that we make it through the next year, I’ll try to get the NY, NY trip pictures all posted for the other four days of the trip by this time next year. Deal?
How mushy is my brain?
Well, now that I’m writing this out, maybe that’s the wrong way to put it. It could be that having a mushed brain has lowered my defenses and crushed my pre-conceived notions.
Or maybe it just goes to show how dense I normally am.
What brings this on?
The realization today on seeing a postage stamp with a female Disney villain that Cruella De Vil’s last name is “d’evil,” or in my case apparently, “duh! E-V-I-L!”
For what it’s worth, I always got the “Cruella” part.
All it took was the 1956 novel, the 1961 first Disney film version, three kids and god alone knows how many viewings later, so that those two long separated and lonely neurons in my skull could finally connect.
Two weeks (and a few hours) out from the total solar eclipse.
Looking at the (almost) full moon tonight, having seen it coming out of new moon as the thinnest of crescents at sunset twelve days ago (too close to the sun to be seen in the two days before that), knowing that it’s on its inevitable course to that bull’s eye in the sky on the afternoon of August 21st.
It’s awe inspiring, in the most literal sense of the word.