On Sunday there is an eclipse. Why am I so fascinated by these celestial events? Maybe because they always seem to be visible only in far off lands I’d never visit. This time, I could drive up the hill (that’s a reference to Lake Tahoe or Reno for you non-Sacramentans) and see the moon pass in front of the sun.
They say that scientists no longer learn anything during an eclipse. That sort of makes me sad. We can’t have figured everything out. There seem to be so many questions left about the universe.
Now the question is do I go and hunt down a special pair of solar eclipse goggles or do I make the homemade cardboard box pinhole contraption that has baffled me since I was a kid?
What I would really like to do is a last minute trek to see the full effect of the eclipse, but since I refuse to do that alone and have no one to accompany me, I will let the dream continue to be a dream.