OOOOhhhh.
OK.
A definition of "Fuckin' Amazing" is to be standing outside your house in early September, with a margarita or so under your belt, a star chart in one hand, a tiny flashlight in the other and having a great deal of difficulty picking out the constellations because of all the bleeding stars!
As you stare at the Milky Way, mouth slightly open, because it never fails to inspire awe, you see a meteor streak by, over your head.
I'm just sayin'.
God, I am meant to live here. I need to align the telescope.
Have a great weekend.
Count your blessings, one by one. Bow your head for those who need to think to come up with some.
A definition of "Fuckin' Amazing" is to be standing outside your house in early September, with a margarita or so under your belt, a star chart in one hand, a tiny flashlight in the other and having a great deal of difficulty picking out the constellations because of all the bleeding stars!
As you stare at the Milky Way, mouth slightly open, because it never fails to inspire awe, you see a meteor streak by, over your head.
I'm just sayin'.
God, I am meant to live here. I need to align the telescope.
Have a great weekend.
Count your blessings, one by one. Bow your head for those who need to think to come up with some.
Labels: The Life Rural
posted by Diana at 10:20 PM
10 Comments:
Oh, now that sounds lovely. I used to be able to pick out a lot of constellations, but not anymore. I clearly don't spend enough time out under the stars.
Lisbon has close to a 0 reading, too many lights but the South? Oh the South! Once we picked up Andromeda on the telescope, can you imagine? Looking in on a different constellation!
I've put together a post w some links for helping N. Orleans in case people want to help but don't know where to start, it's the last paragraph here:
http://lioness-pride.blogspot.com/2005/09/four-years-today-and-slime-that-rules.html
I know you don't mind my using your blog for letting people know. I've been LALALALING but it eventually pierced through my natural catastrophes defences.
And look here, did you get any of my e-cards?? They were not spam you know, check they weren't filtered out as junk, woman, that was art!
Teri- I find it quite the challenge to pick out the relevent stars from the background. I finally found Pegasus and Andromeda. Wanted to see if I could spot Hercules but that would have meant going around the house. It was not cold but not buggy. Perfect.
Johnny- NO! No e-cards! Not a one. I went through everything! I howl in anguish. I pull my hair and slam the walls! Your post is perfect. I have been able to comment but not to write about it. LALALA as you so astutely put it. I just can't get my mind around it. New Orleans. Gone for all intents and purposes. Nope. Not sinking in. All those hundreds of other towns I have never heard of, gone. I feel like Arthur Dent. The berg that we work in has many ties with Mississippi, so it will not be surising to see an influx of people trickle up here over the next several weeks and months, once they get their feet under them. I. AM. JUST. NOT. GETTING. THIS. THROUGH. MY. LITTLE. BRAIN. Gone. All gone. All those people abandoned. All the horror. Thanks for putting it into words.
I never knew how many stars there were until I lived in the country. It takes your breath away, doesn't it? And you can never go back.
Re: New Orleans, I think a lot of the displaced people are going to end up--by default--settling where they are evacuated to. Atlanta has started programs to get people's insurance processed and then get jobs for them. So weird...and so horrible...to think of a city I love so much, blotted from the map.
I miss those days of living in the country and having a black sky filled to the brim with dots of stars. Of course, I had NO appreciation of it back then. OH NO, instead, I mourned the lack of sidewalks for my rollerskates.
Damn, kids are ungrateful.
I never even KNEW there were so many stars until I went to Penna when I was a kid and saw them.
Then I discovered it was VERY dark there, too.
*shudders*
I can still pick out Orion and the Big Dipper (I would be worried if I couldn't pick out the Big D) but don't get to see many stars living in the city. Appreciate it when I do.
A telescope would be nice.
I have still never managed to get to a place sufficiently dark to see what is supposedly out there. There's always some massive security light or something ruining everything.
I guess if I were to bite the bullet and try camping/backpacking that would help. But until then whenever I'm out in the "country," I'm doomed to always view the sky from a motel parking lot.
Loser.
Jamie- That is one of the few downsides to your move to Portland. Waaaaay too much light pollution at night, but that's a city anywhere. Good for Atlanta, setting up programs. I had yet to get to New Orleans, something I now deeply regret. Whatever springs from the ruin won't be the same.
Cagey- My kids will likely feel the same. A neighbor rollerblades up and down the road, which I think is quite brave considering it is barely wide enough for 2 cars and only overgrown drainage ditches on each side.
Babs- I know what you mean! Oh, so very dark. Wouldn't want to do it alone. No sir. Where we are, it is dark, but not DARK.
Dana- Good for you! Better than most, I'd warrant. Telescopes are loads of fun. Mine isn't astounding but is good enough for what I use it for. I have just gotten out of the habit of using it. Bad me.
Rozanne- Loser, not. I first saw a dark sky in college when we went off to a friend's parent's cabin for the weekend, never knew what people were going on about until then. WOW. Blew me away. This was in the Mt Hood Nat. Forest, so not too far, although who knows what the sky is like now, 20 years later.
Another definition might be:
"It's fucking amazing how Diana can let almost a week go by without a new post, one would think she has a busy life!"
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