My dad, Alex, and I were planning to walk to the park around the corner for the eclipse, but that didn’t work out.
It turned out to be chilly and my dad has a very low tolerance for cold, so he backed out. Alex and I offered to stay home with him, but he waved good-bye and so we left.
We ended up deciding to go to Eisenhower Park, which is in the foothills of the Hill Country and so it has a nice view of downtown.
The parking lot was full, and I was afraid it’d be crowded, but Eisenhower is a pretty big park and not many people wanted to walk all the way to the top of the hill.
I thought about bringing Mila, but there were just too many other dogs there, as it turned out. She probably would have been beside herself, and not in a good way.
My dad got to spend the eclipse with our next-door neighbors. They came and got him and the three of them stood out in our cul-de-sac and watched the eclipse.
I guess I should have a Gratuitous Amazon Link, shouldn’t I? I guess I’m up (down?) to Mrs. March, by Virginia Feito. Mrs. March is set in a sort of weird, timeless version of New York City. It all feels very 1950s or 1960s, but there’s at least one odd reference to something more recent, as I recall. Now I’ll have to reread to see if I can find it.
Anyway, Mrs. March, who is only known by that name throughout the novel, is the wife of successful novelist George March. Her life is predictable in every way until the day that the woman working the counter at the patisserie says that Mrs. March was the inspiration for the protagonist of George’s new novel. And thus begins her psychological decline.