The TV news reports that 500,000 people are heading toward Nebraska, to experience the 2017 total eclipse of the sun, along a corridor from the northwest corner of the state to the southeast. It’s nearly five hundred miles of diagonal space to add all those extra folks.
This is a rare event “This is the first time a total solar eclipse has gone from one American coast to the other since 1918. It will also be the first time in U.S. history that a total solar eclipse will make landfall exclusively on U.S. soil, meaning it will not be visible from any other country. (This technically happened in 1257 — but, of course, the United States wasn’t a country way back then.) from Space.com
July was hot and dry. It didn’t rain at all. I dislike 95+ humidity nearly as much as -10 degrees. Perhaps it’s my British Isles heritage, but moderate temps in the 60s and 70s suite me best. I love to sleep when it’s raining and find thunder rather soothing.
Pickles doesn’t agree with me. She’s frightened by loud noises like thunder and fire crackers. When she’s scared she hides under the desk while I’m typing. She’s there now because another storm front is moving through-complete with thunder-boomers and lightning flashes.
The noisy storm reminds me of the sound of authority figures blustering about his/her issue of the day. I’m old enough to retire tomorrow if I choose, and don’t worry about being fired, but do worry about the people I serve, who will be at the mercy of these angry people. People that are so insecure in their own ability, they make mean-spirited decisions.
If you want inner peace find it in solitude, not speed, and if you would find yourself, look to the land from which you came and to which you go.
-Stewart L. Udall, U.S. Secretary of the Interior (1961-69),
The Quiet Crisis, 1963