To be specific, the Tidal Wave episode.
Uncle Bill sits on the couch with his twin niece and nephew, Buffy and Jody, waiting for a rumored tidal wave to hit New York City.
The young twins are scared that the tidal wave will hit their New York apartment building and wash them away to sea.
(Via the Hudson River? I never understood that part. Also, note to self. Remind my kids who live in NYC of potential tidal waves.)
Back to the story.
Suddenly, the wind rattles the windows and glass breaks.
It's no big deal. Just Mr French, the butler, who accidentally breaks a glass in the kitchen.
As my husband and I anxiously awaited the total eclipse, I felt a lot like Buffy and Jody. (Except I don't have a butler and an eclipse isn't devastating like a tidal wave)
But supposedly, odd things would happen causing some angst.
The temperature would drop, my dog would act oddly and birds and other wildlife would think night time was approaching and respond accordingly.
Since we failed to buy special viewing glasses, we could only participate from the covered porch.
Excitedly, we headed out around 1:15 pm to sit and wait.
Excitedly, we headed out around 1:15 pm to sit and wait.
We put the dog inside to ensure he didn't get spooked and run away or accidentally look up at the sun.
Scratch that, the dog went inside on his own accord because it was hot and he doesn't like the heat.
The dog had the right idea. I found myself waiting for the moon to cool me off.
The birds were chirping but it sounded like their typical daytime song.
I couldn't wait to hear the change to their evening song but wondered if I would actually notice the difference.
At 1:40 pm, still no changes not even with the heat.
(My mind drifted back to the tidal wave episode. Why wasn't big sister Sissy home during such a bad storm. These are the details that plagued me as a child and oddly still do.)
(My mind drifted back to the tidal wave episode. Why wasn't big sister Sissy home during such a bad storm. These are the details that plagued me as a child and oddly still do.)
Before I knew it, an hour had passed and so had the moon.
We didn't see Bailey's Beads. We didn't see the snakes dancing on the ground. We didn't even hear the birds change their tune.
In my backyard, the eclipse simply made a sunny day turn cloudy while the temperature remained as hot as ever.
Again, I felt a bit like Buffy and Jody since nothing ever happened.
I've already marveled at the pictures shared by my friends who experienced it and I watched daylight turn to darkness via the news coverage down south.
I would have loved to have seen it.
On a brighter note, I found myself writing on "Musings, Morals and Bees."
Interestingly, today was not only the total eclipse of the sun, the day marks one full year since I've written a blog.
A full year. A total eclipse. Seems cosmic.
If only I could tie it all together with an episode of "Family Affair."
But all I can think of is when Buffy lost Mrs Beasley, her doll that looked like an old lady. (Which they sold in the stores but I never wanted. I only wanted young, pretty dolls.)
I guess I "lost" motivation to write for a year.
At least Buffy found Mrs Beasley in a matter of days.
Hopefully I won't wait until April 8, 2024 to write again.
But, if I do and I'm motivated by an eclipse, I hope I will have found the special viewing glasses by then.
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| August 21, 2017: A total eclipse of the sun and a blog. Thanks to my happy friend Heidi for the amazing personalized Etch-A-Sketch! I love it! |