I'll Follow The Sun

I'm not as wild for this as for the children's paintings that used to be here, but it certainly says welcome.

Tomorrow, while a few gazillion people from Eastern Asia, across the Pacific, right up to our very own Western shores and a bit beyond (sorry, New Mexico, Texas, et al, for calling you a bit beyond, but I must move along here) get to see the solar eclipse, we farther east will not. But! With the magic - yes, magic - of online abilities, you can follow the sun's drama from start to finish if you are so inclined, by reading this article and following the links.

This is another great page on all things solar eclipse, including the safest way to watch one. Yes, Elijah, I'm talkin' to you! Love, Mama

Who cares if your friends call you a box head? At least you'll still be able to see them laughing! p.s.
They will want to use it too, trust me on this.

The dinghy bottom has been finished awhile now, but I forgot to post the photo. A big decision is to NOT put it in the water until I return from the states. Why? you ask. Because it weighs about 7000 pounds and takes four people to move it, and it would only be in the water a couple of weeks, just long enough to foul up the bottom. Then I'd have to find four people again to drag her out for my gone away time. With too many projects going on, this is, after angsty deliberation, the better course. Instead, we will move her to her safe spot and in the early fall I'll be ready to play. And I have to give you something to look forward to, because, gentle readers, in the end, it's all about you. Really. There now, you don't need sugar in your coffee.

She turned out right purty, even with the industrial looking bottom paint.
Minus her #'s and sticker; might as well keep them shiny and bright until launch.

The weather has been strange, sunny and hot, but cloudy too, with the radar showing dribbles and bits of rain but most of it missing us. A mist hangs in the air, a combination of Sahara dust and Montserrat ash, from what I gather. When my rain bucket gets full it is a distinctly reddish color, like someone threw in a handful of Georgia mud. The plants like it; there are all sorts of scientific reasons for that but you can read them for yourselves if you like, dust and ash alike.

All of which has nothing to do with this lobster trap that sits near the water in my yard, but it made me think of all that this morning, in the watery rising sun. A lobster trap isn't always just a lobster trap.

Have a solar saturated Saturday. Do something screeningly safe.