Just before midnight on Tuesday I grabbed a light blanket and my portable fold-up chair and headed up the street to meet up with my neighbor. She had declared midnight to be the magic hour when we would park ourselves and look to the heavens to see the Pleiades meteor showers.
As I headed down the driveway in the dark I was reminded of how wonderful it was to be outside at night. The darkness and the stillness combine in a powerful combination. As I turned the corner I found myself counting my steps, which is a strange habit from childhood when I would sometimes count into the thousands. My concentration on this evening was broken by the strange bird call that echoed through the woods to my left. It was sad, like someone who'd cried their heart out and spent of energy was left with this slowly descending mournful wail. And Ang.... you were right! I listened to the bird calls and it's a Eastern Screech Owl.
Past the crying bird I marched and soon I spied my friend's flashlight, bobbing up and down as she approached. We set up our chairs and commenced to stare into the northeast where we were assured the meteors would be appearing. Unfortunately we discovered that midnight was far too early for any type of serious display. We sat and talked, occasionally there would a streak but nothing of a momentous nature.
"Oh, there's one!" we say in unison.
At 1:30 the evening chill set in and we grabbed our chairs and headed home.
What a wonderful little adventure. It cost nothing but a little shoe leather and the commitment to stay up late.
This evening I saw my neighbor and she said, "I'm determined to see more than just a couple of those darned meteors. I'm going out again tonight, this time at 2 a.m. If you're awake, come and join me."
And I would do that. Really, I would. But you see, I had a martini and it's done it's job a little too well. I'm sleepy and old and one night of adventure will need to hold me for awhile.
What was the occasion for martini-drinking? Two friends and I went to see Julie and Julia and we were inspired to do a little glass clinking to the chorus of "Bon Appetit!"
More about that tomorrow.
P.S. I'm writing and publishing this on Wednesday evening. You'll be reading on Thursday morning and I'll be sleeping late.... again!