Nope, today’s not my blogsiversary. Though it sure feels long enough.
Today’s the day after the great eclipse of 2017 day. Also known as The Broken Van anniversary. It’s a long story.
And here you can now see an example of my horrible photography. My hands were kinda shaky.
For those wondering, no, there was no totality here in Ontario. There was, however, totality in Greenville, SC, which is where we hightailed to after church. Boy, that was fun. And when the eclipse came, it was pretty spectacular. Hence the shaky hands. Among other reasons.
If I’m a bad photographer now, I was even worse back then. But it shall suffice til the next one. If I live to see the next eclipse.
Funny thing, though. When I remember August 21 and 22, I remember catching up with friends I’ve never met. I remember sparking conversations with complete strangers, and feeling more connected to them than people I’ve known all my life. I remember pizza after the eclipse, and arguing over sweet and unsweetened Chikfila tea, and whether one should mix the two. I remember laughter and joy, and horrible bug bites. I remember the thrill of watching the sky turn dark in the middle of the day. I remember everybody’s faces staring up at the sky.
And August 22? Well, that was the day we were supposed to leave. But our car had broken down. Trust our family car to break down day of departure. But even that was a good memory. Like when we were all eating at Chikfila. Or when we were walking around this huge place. And the sad memory of trying not to cry when we said goodbye is still there.
Can’t believe it’s been exactly 365 days since the eclipse happened. A lot has happened since then. And I wonder what will happen in the 365 days from here til the next August 22.
Right now, I’m ready to live one day at a time.
At least I think I am.