Woke up this morning and checked the weather radar which is conveniently provided on its own channel by my local cable television company. The sweep was clear, which seemed like a good sign for transit-viewing.
When I eventually made it to a window, I saw a terrifying sight: pea-soup fog. Uh-oh.
After about 45 minutes the sun broke through the fog to shine onto my kitchen wall, and I knew it was time to get out the $20 binoculars I bought this weekend just for the event. (I have better, more expensive binoculars, but I have temporarily misplaced them.) Using the binocular-projection method, I was able to cast a two-inch image of the sun onto the kitchen wall.
And, damned if I didn't see it! A HUGE spot near one edge of the sun!
It's almost time for third contact. I doubt I'll be able to see anything interesting - but I DID get to see the transit! I hope you did, too!
Oh, and the Brood X cicadas have finally decided to start their phaser-set-on-stun serenade by my house. I was starting to get worried that they wouldn't show up!
The narcissistic primarily autobiographical blog of the pseudonymous d.b. echo
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