My husband and I have a bit of time on our hands since he retired.  In other words, he needs entertainment.  Every day is like a snow day with all four of our kids home waiting for something special to do that was also fun.  We made tents out of blankets, watched all of Disney on t.v., made cookies, and had baths with foam soap all over.

Well, last week we had a total eclipse.  I found a photo of the last total eclipse that I saw back in the day when the dinosaurs roamed the earth. But, for this adult event I made a pinhole camera and my husband held his cellphone over his shoulder.  As we went into action early, a cloud came over the sun.  My husband got quiet and impatient.  I showed him my version of the eclipse on the paper.  It was not impressive.  I told HIM to point his cell phone toward the f–king sun.

Impatient, he started bumping his butt against the deck railing.  I told him to stop it, because the railing is a bit frail.  There was more silence, and it got darker:  either from the eclipse or the cloud.  I had no idea that my husband would get so mad over an astronomy event.  Sports of any kind do amuse him, always.  He is off to the grocery store as I write this.  You know you are bored when the grocery store is fun. He loves the soup aisle.  He clears a whole row of chicken noodle soup to piss off the women shoppers.  He actually put one can back for the last soup encounter.  Oh, he’s home now.  I hope he goes to the golf range and hits a bucket of balls.

I am writing and illustrating a children’s picture book, and have thrown out my blog list of ideas.  I have another book that I have in a rewrite mode.  Well, I will wing it, and eat lunch.