Post 481: A million little eclipses hanging on the wall.
Who saw the 2026 partial eclipse today?
We did: but unlike any of you I expect. I took a photo and on it you can see an eclipse or tree.
But onto matters that matter more, the book.
I’ve been worrying about the voice in to use to narrate the stories and at last I have an idea to get things going. The only problem is that before I start any writing I need to have a chat with a fellow writer to see if it’s viable as an idea.
It’s not that I’m just lacking confidence it’s that I’m also lacking the concentration to walk through the idea and make it my own. So I’m going to ask him if it’s worth a go writing like that and see what he thinks.
I’ll tell you how I get on.
Today while I was upstairs in the office and busying myself with some rare office work I had rush a decision as to whether to give my Darling a job I should really do myself. The hurry was because I hadn’t got myself ready to figure out how to do the job yet and that alone sent my head into a spin but she was standing over me waiting for my plan of action.
I felt pressurised and hopelessly unable to decide what to do so I started raising my voice until I was shouting and I made a mess of this communication, miss-communication.
I spat out an idea and I left her to go on her way. Only later did I apologise when she rang from the doctors surgery and needed a new plan to send that envelope with the claim information back to the insurance company (like it should have been in the first place).
Very bothersome.
A big hug later went some way towards an apology but the were lots of hugs later when our visitors arrived late afternoon (after work).
Our eldest and his wife were down from the far north on the hottest day for weeks, which they moaned about continuously; they’ve got used to the temperature being cooler up there and this weeks highs are going to be very high down here.
They’re down here for two reasons but the work reason is only to get a new laptop but they called in a holiday day for a family meet up where we all are celebrating “Mums” life with a meal in the pub closest to the graveyard.
This is the last of the celebrations for mum and I feel that at last she is where she was always meant to be; with her own Mum, in the graveyard of the church she was born into and where we all now know her remains are forever.
The family meal is the final closure but also a great opportunity to meet up as we now live so far apart.
Today was a somber reminder of one brother Kevin, who died a year ago. The time has flown but the pain is the same.
He can never be replaced as the one brother to which we all looked towards for leadership and laughs, and we can’t imagine how his widow copes, but she does.
Moving on quickly and to lighten the mood the eclipse was to happen at 7:30pm. This is the last time until 2090 apparently, when the next one will be.
This was a partial eclipse and most of us wouldn’t have noticed it if we weren’t told but as we ate our dinner the tv told us it was zero hour, the exact time of the maximum eclipse.
This was a moment of history and both my Darling and I took our dinners outside to savour the atmosphere.
What atmosphere?
We had no glasses nor any way to see the eclipse.
But then I a moment of inspiration I put my plate down on the patio table and ran in to the rubbish bin to grab a cardboard box then I found a pencil in my tool box in the garage. I poked a hole in the box and brought it back Ito the sunshine.
The little hole let a little light into the box and there was a little crescent displayed inside the box.
Still it wasn’t very impressive but it showed willing.
But then I was eating my chilli burger with my back to the sun when on the wall in front of me there was a million crescents caused by the sunlight filtering through the flamingo willow tree and projecting onto the wall.
We both watched the crescents slowly grow and disappear as the late sun dropped out of sight.
Magical.
What a way to end the day. A natural projection of a solar event of some magnitude.
The 2026 eclipse.
Sleep well
Take care

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