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Lunar Eclipse: Science goes awry high above Knifley, KY

Wherein our learned COF discovers that not all the world is in step with Northern Adair County, a reality causing nigh calamity: disastrous freezing of batukis to a lawn chair, hoohahs from the boys down at the Crossroads

By the COF
Writing from Knifley, KY, capital of Far North Adair Co., KY

Well seems like I keep finding new ways to rile Miz Emily!

Early in the week I mentioned to her that I had seen an article on the net bout a Lunar Eclipse due this week.



She immediately wanted all the details an I tole her I didnt knowed her to take stock in sech but she let me know real quick that I aughted knowed she was interested in strange and bizar quirks of nature cause she married me!

Well to make a short story long I found the article and printed it out.

The headline (from The Mercury News) read: Eclipse wont keep you up Lunar Spectacle to occur in Early Evening.

The article went on to say that barring cloudy skys this astronomical wonder would occur on Wednesday night and last from 7:01 to 7:51.

Now since I get up long before the ole rooster crows, this was pushing right up against my bedtime, but to keep peace in the family I agreed to sit up with her and watch the earths shader creep cross the face of the moon.

So after waitin in eager anticipation (Miz Emily not me) thar we wuz last night, sittin out on the point of the ridge, bundled up like we had good sense and marvelin how clear the sky wuz.

Seven oclock, Seven fifteen (You see anythang yet?) seven thirty (still look full how bout you Yep Im full lets go in).

Finally at seven forty five, Miz Emily says go get that article, you dun messed sumtin up again! I let her know that I didnt think I could even move let alone get back to the house. All it took to get me movin wuz THAT TONE.

I found the article an hit didnt say nothin that would lead one to think we should be seeing a full moon stead of a big white apple with a bite chawed outta it.

I did glance at the thermometer tho and saw it was 22 breezy degrees! Miz Emily grabbed the paper and scanned thru it again then asks; Whars this here Mercury News printed at?

Now how wuz I to know thet?

Well we both read and reread the article lookin for a clue but couldnt find nuthin.

Finally Miz Emily spots a web address and a phone number at the bottom casin you wuz to want to contact the author.

The phone was a 408 area code. Well almighty! Mighten as well been a post from Richard Hovious!

Checkin the phone directory, Miz Emily discovers 408 is the area code for San Jose, Californiay.

Turns out the times given were Pacific Time stead of Gods time.

I tried to escape whut I knowed wuz bout to befall me by headin off to bed, but Miz Emily wuznt havin none of it.

She insisted I get on the puter and Google Lunar Eclipse.

Turns out that in this part of the country, hit wuz spose to start at 8:43 and be in full magnificence at 10:01.

So thar we were agin sitting out on the point at quarter till nine, heads craned back an murmerin jest how cold 20 degrees wuz when hit had a breeze pushing it.

Unbeknowest to Miz Emily I wuz able to sneak a wee drap in the hot coco she fixed for us tother wise I couldnt a stood it.

Now I do have to admit thet at 10:00 it was an ensorceling sight! The whole thang wuz covered and glowed a sorta purplish color.

Course, the purple coulda been reflected ofen me cause I knew by this time, the pink the good Lord had clothed me in wuz long gone an I wuz jest short of riger mortis.

Miz Emily insisted we stay long nuff to see the shader start to wane then allowed has to how we could go in.

Trouble wuz I couldnt.

My batukis wuz froze fast to the yard chair! Miz Emily kept fussin at me to get up an go in but I couldn get outta thet chair.

Well all it took was a combination ot THAT TONE an a good yank from Miz Emily and ole Mother Nature was sho nuff thwarted. The problem wuz that the rear half of my overalls is still froze fast to that chair.

I reckon thet until the Spring thaw, when I can retrieve the large patch of denim I left behind, Ill jest have to endure the guffaws an hoohaws from the boys down at Crossroads ever time I show up with my Union suit waving out behind like a skeered deer on the run.


This story was posted on 2008-02-22 05:58:21
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