Our Eclipse Non-Event

Watching others watch

My husband and I sat outside at the appointed time this afternoon. He brought our collander, because we read you could see something using a collander. We had no idea how that would work.

Neither of us were that excited about the eclipse, to be honest, but we went into town this morning to get eclipse glasses at CVS, only to be turned away by a rather surly woman who probably had been asked a million times about eclipse glasses. She grumbled to me, “I should put out a sign.”

Returning home, Michael and I went back to work in our respective studios. At 3:03 he texts me, “do you want to be together during the eclipse?” I love my husband, but I was unsure that this was a moment that required togetherness. To be sure, just in case it was, I texted back “sure!”

Together, we sat in yard chairs, and waited.

It got cold, so Michael retrieved some coats. A mosquito tried to bite me, the birds were flittering about — but who’s to say they don’t always do that at 3:16pm. The light got weird, and Michael said in his best Christopher Walken voice, “it’s kinda spooky.” We waiting, I scrolled Instagram.