Lunar

"Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de l'asile: Mère décédée. Enterrement demain. Sentiments distingués. Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut-être hier"
- Camus

Today I got divorced. Or maybe it is tomorrow. At any rate, it was rather odd that last night, the last day of my marriage, there was a lunar eclipse. On my honeymoon, the second night at anchor aboard a decrepit Beneteau 32 bareboat charter (that had been raced too much and never should have been in the charter fleet), we dinghied in and sat on the steps of a bar watching another lunar eclipse. It was on the island of Canouan and when I went into order a Hairoun beer and a ginger beer, saw the the bartender was watching the eclipse on an old television. The bar was empty, except for the two of us sitting out on the steps on a warm Caribbean night smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. "You should come outside to watch the real thing," I suggested. And he did. And the three of us watched the lunar eclipse together on the steps of a local bar. The people in Saint Vincent and the Grenadines are very friendly, although they have very little. And they have a nice flag (above).

But today was a day of reggae music. And sun. And tons of cyclists on the street. Today was a teaser day. For more rain and clouds await us for another few months.