I decided to spend a few rare precious moments looking at blogs this morning but never got beyond the first one. Denise was talking about the Leonid Meteor shower that we are now in the midst of.
BUTLER: "Up until recently it was not good form to end a sentence with a preposition but it is now all right except for very formal writing."
BAGMAN: "You are in the midst of a shower with Denise?"
Everyone on Earth is in the shower, Bags.
BAGMAN: "Suddenly I'm glad I woke up!"
Anyway, reading her blog suddenly gave birth to an idea for a short blog.
BAGMAN: "You're conceiving with Denise in the shower?"
BUTLER: "This won't be a very short blog if Bagman keeps sticking his smutty ideas in. And please note that even I can end a sentence with a preposition."
So I was remembering that I always was disappointed as a kid because I expected meteor showers to look like fireworks displays but never saw anything more than a little streak.
But two years ago, I decided to go outside and lie down for an hour or so in the grass and just look, without expectations, to see what this Leonid Meteor shower was all about.
BAGMAN: "Boy, you must have been bored!"
Anyhow, after I adjusted to the light, or lack of it, I noticed a couple of little streaks in the periphery of my vision. They were small but I counted them. One, two...
BAGMAN: "Did you count them with a vampirish accent like the Count on Sesame Street?"
(Long pause and deep breath while I concentrate on ignoring Bagman.) So I kept looking and counting and, sure enough, the meteorites kept coming. Some were tiny, a couple were longer. One even split in two as it streaked overhead. Nothing that would excite a kid but I began to realize how many there were. Fifteen...sixteen...
At first I wondered why the vast majority appeared in my peripheral vision instead of where I was looking. Then I realized that it was because the vast majority of my vision is peripheral. My focus is only a small area of what I am seeing at any given time. So instead of trying to look around and guess at where they might be, I just relaxed.
No, it wasn't spectacular like the Northern Lights, but I was up to 173 meteorites before I heard Karen calling me from the house -- "Mark! What on earth are you doing out there?!!!"
"It's the Leonid Meteor Shower! Come and see! One hundred and seventy-four!"
She walked out and looked up. "Where? I don't see anything."
"Just wait. There! There's one!"
"There! One seventy-five! And one seventy-six! And there!"
"You mean that little thing near the tree?"
"Yes! One seventy-seven!"
"Okay. I guess I saw it. Are you coming back to bed?"
And I did, deciding that my record for seeing meteorites would stay at one seventy-seven.
BAGMAN: "And this blog was what you conceived with Denise in the shower?"
BAGMAN: "Did you offer her a cigarette?"