I don’t know what your definition of date night is, but for as long as Hubby and I have been together, our definition has included celestial stuff. No, not Cloud Nine sprinkled with cherubs–actual, scientific bodies in the sky. This weekend we saw a solar eclipse.
In case you’re not sure what “this” is, Lovey positioned a telescope so the image of the eclipse would project onto a surface held near the eyepiece. Our surface of choice was a manila folder–the closest thing to the paper plate Hubby originally asked for. We checked our party box: no paper plates. Oh, and in case you’re wondering what kind of crazies just happen to have a telescope, it was a gift from my dad during college. That explains everything, right? Well, it’s a story for another day.
The telescope made it easy to watch the moon’s progress in blocking out the sun. The white circle is the sun; the gray semicircle coming from the lower left in the photo below is the moon. All those other shadows are the telescope hardware. Nevermind them.
We watched the eclipse on paper for a while, then gave up trying to move it back and forth to keep the circle of sun centered. We fell back to a more basic technique.
The light’s intensity increased as the sunset began. I loved the illusion that crescents of fire emblazoned our palms.
But my favorite part of the evening may have been when I realized my husband was cheerfully, oh-so-casually, trotting up the street with a telescope over his shoulder. “Why, yes, I do have a large scientific instrument with me on my evening stroll. Do you find that odd?”