I’m woman enough to admit that I missed the meteorite shower that stretched from Las Vegas all the way down to Tucson, AZ on Tuesday. I’m sure I had a very good reason—like I was sleeping or too cold to go outside.
Thankfully the radio told me I might be able to catch an encore performance on Friday and Saturday night. Alas, I have no vampire gene so I went to bed just a few scant hours after night fall.
But…
I do get up early in the morning to walk the dog. Since we had to take my oldest to the airport at 6am, hubby decided to accompany me. While the pooch was busy going nuts over the scent of fresh coyote pee, I kept one eye peeled for glowing eyes (I wear a head lamp) and the other to the sky.
Oooh. Aaah. I saw three as I walked west bound.
Hubby saw nothing.
We turned south. Oooh. Aaah. Two more faint white lines streaked across the sky.
Hubby saw nothing.
We headed east for home. Two more faint ones.
Hubby saw nothing.
I was beginning to have a Charlie Brown Halloween flashback when a very bright one streaked across the horizon.
Hubby saw it.
Then we loaded up the kiddies into the car and I drove to the airport. There dead ahead of the passenger side was another bright on.
No one in the car saw it except me.
Some people just miss out on all the fun. Hubby says I should have had my eyes on the road not the sky. I think he’s just jealous.
Let me get this straight. Your seeing streaks in the sky and no one else in your family is? Are you sure those drugs you used in the past, or the chemicals you’ve been exposed to in your career haven’t had a residual influence? Are you seeing ghosts or other dimensions also?
I’ve seen meteor showers when at sea and they where spectacular but then again I also saw a UFO when I was a teen in highschool.
I resemble that remark