I know I just said that I was ultimately happy leaving the beach when we did because that gave us the weekend to recover, but last night when we were observing the lunar eclipse Andrew mentioned how amazing it would have been to watch the eclipse on the beach and suddenly I found myself wishing we'd consulted an astronomer before we booked our trip.
Oh, well. Watching it from our cul-de-sac was fine.
The girls watched "A Quiet Place 2" at Grandpa's house last night and came home late and rather jittery (it's a suspense movie), so we let them stay up late to watch the eclipse with us. We put the younger four to bed, but woke Benjamin up shortly before midnight so he could take a look at the moon as well. He was pretty out of it for a while
The moon is behind you, dude...
Andrew shared some beautiful poetic words by author Manu Saadia:
An eclipse is when you experience the movement of the spheres, orbital mechanics, gravity and all—the truth that we do live in space.
If any of the neighbours were watching us, it's safe to say they now think we're fairly unhinged.
We know neighbours were up but, oddly, no one else came outside to view the eclipse (though Mr. Bill did drag his garbage cans out at around 1:00 in the morning, having miss most of the celestial drama). We did our best to keep our voices low since we knew there were sleeping babies in several houses, including our own. At least, we knew there were babies in several houses. Whether or not those babies were sleeping is another question entirely.
Here are a couple of other somewhat poor shots that I took of our moon-viewing: