I went because my mother asked me to. I also went, because I mistakenly thought that my mother was being honored. Turns out she had a small cameo in a video that featured a variety of women walking around a garden with a bearded man dressed as Jesus.
The video played on a loop after the program while everyone qued up to claim one of twenty-nine varieties of cupcakes. I enjoyed a blackberry filled cupcake topped with lavendar frosting and a fresh, juicy blackberry.
Truth is stranger than fiction.
At coffee earlier that morning, my father and I were talking about the location of the filming and my mother's part in the In The Garden video. Here's the amended, sans high-voltage decible laughter and uncontrolled table slapping, version of the conversation:
Dad: I dropped your mom off at Grace's and waited for forty-five minutes, and then I looked up and here comes Jesus Christ across the lawn.
Me: simultanesouly swallow and spurt coffee
Uncle: Mrs. Price? What was she doing there?
Dad: No, Jesus Christ.
Uncle: Jesus Christ?
Dad: Yes! Jesus Christ! The Lord!
Me: laugh snort coffee up my nose
Prior to leaving for the evening program, I had a little talk with myself in the mirror. Why? Because time spent in the church of my youth makes me regress to adolescence. No, I did not get out my iPhone and text, but I counted twenty grateful, five special, and fifteen blessing usages in one talk. I will admit I rolled my eyes at the one princesses usage. I, sir, am no princess!
To be fair, it was a lovely, well-organized affair. If there were any fellow malcontents, I didn't spot them.
I did a lot of nervous foot wagging waiting until one of the featured speakers finished his talk at exactly 7:28, then hurried outside to see the eclipse.
It was strange that the sky had darkened. The eclipse was visible through the clouds.
7:30: Eclipse observed from Mormon church parking lot.
8:20: Observed from the same parking lot.
8: 23: The sun is a brilliant white metallic in appearance.
8:30: Chasing the eclipse before it disappears below the horizon.
8:30: Going.
8:45: Gone.
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