I'm making an astronomy presentation to Harrison and Giselle's classes tomorrow afternoon (with slides & pictures!!), and then taking the kids outside to look at the crescent moon through the telescope. That's assuming telephone poles and mobile homes aren't tumbling and careening across the playground in this endless, heinous wind. I did this a couple years ago with Giselle's 2nd grade class, and it was a blast. But this year, the moon will be only 3 and a half days old. So it's pretty slender & tough to find in broad daylight.
So as a basic prep for finding it tomorrow, I went out today to practice spotting it at 2 and a half days old. I tried looking for it from the shadow of a tree in the parking lot, and I couldn't find it for squat. And you know why? Because I am self-conscious. (See dictionary entry. My photo will be next to it.) I couldn't concentrate on the search, because I was worrying what all the passersby were thinking about the freak staring at the sun with his hands stretched out and tears pouring out of his eyes. So I gave up because people just wouldn't stop meandering in and out of the building. It's always like that. It's like a stinking grocery store. Why can't everybody just sit down at their collective desks and answer their phones and send emails until 5pm like good corporate minions?
Whatever. It'll be easier to find tomorrow anyway.
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