Like all other sentient beings in this great country of ours, I was outside yesterday morning, gazing open-mouthed at the breathtaking magic occurring in the sky. We had about an 80% eclipse here in the valley. It was everything every other gazer has said, so I will say no more. Except, however, that the light seemed to be different for the entire day and that was downright eerie.
But moving on to more mundane things.
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| Hostess gifts from my guests; bright sunflowers from Bobbie's beautiful garden and a bottle of my VERY favorite SB by Kim Crawford from Carolyn. Erin brought beautiful salad; we ate it. No photo! Sorry . . . |
Last evening I hostessed (sic) a little dinner party poolside. Four of us who are neighbors sat out in the warm night air and enjoyed a lovely picnic dinner of salad and bread and fruit and cheese. And a nice Geyser Peak SB, of course. I so enjoyed the hostess duties; I don't get to do this very often, but when Mr. C is off on his frolic and detour, I take advantage of the opportunity. And speaking of Mr. C, he returns today, eventually. Since he flies standby, one never knows. He didn't get a seat on his connecting flight from Minneapolis (over booked) and has been routed to Salt Lake City. We'll see what happens there. I think the airlines are busy bringing eclipse-ties back from wherever they went for a better look. I expect he'll be home late this afternoon or evening. Or maybe an o'nite in SLC is in his future.
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