It is 11:30 pm pdt, and M, Mr. Right, and I are camped out on the lawn to see the lunar eclipse.
It is a fat crescent at this point. It’s on the way to a comma, and is happening faster than I might have predicted.
I remember my first lunar eclipse. I couldn’t have been much more than four.
Before letting me stay up way past my bedtime, dad used a dollhouse’s frying pan and a flashlight on the wall of our apartment. He patiently taught
me what to look for as I would sleepily stare up into the sky.