Greater Boston has just passed peak eclipse coverage. Did you all enjoy the show?

I bought four pairs of solar eclipse glasses over the internet a month or so ago. Today, out of paranoia, I made two eclipse viewer boxes out of cereal boxes. I just want to be ready, you know? I can only remember one time having the opportunity to see a solar eclipse. I was working a temp job in a warehouse and we all took turns looking at the sun through a welder’s helmet.

Now I not only have a chance to see another eclipse, but I can share it with my step kids. Granted, they could give a shit, but at least they are here. When my wife and I start getting all silly over the sun, hopefully they will humor us.

Happy North American Solar Eclipse Day, everyone! We won’t see the total eclipse here in New England, but we should get about 60% coverage. I am not equipped to take photos, so I took some sunrise pictures at Salisbury Beach this morning. The sky was kinda hazy and crappy and most of the pictures are less than good, but whatever. Here is the star of today’s show!

Pink lemonade in a mason jar? Your hipster cred is off the charts!

The dirt section on the pedal board has been completely re-done.

It’s a brave new world.

We went through the White Mountains of New Hampshire on the way home the other day. This was the only mountainous picture I took. The summit is in the clouds.

We were supposed to stay in Quebec City through the weekend, but the weather turned bad and it took some of the umph out of our travel bug.  We decided to just head home early.  I am definitely glad we went, don’t doubt that.  I had a lot of fun and Quebec is a beautiful city.  If I ever get the chance to do it over again I think I would spend more prep-time actually scheduling out what we want to do, rather than trying to wing it schedule wise.

I also might try to not set that dinner table on fire, but that’s just me.

My step daughter took a shift driving after we crossed back into the good old USofA.  That gave me the opportunity to really nerd it up with my iPhone’s camera.  You’re welcome.

15 pounds of Poutine for 100 Canadian dollars. It’s called The Heart Attack. It could be worth it.

We turned a fondue into a fon-don't.

New entry on the Grand List Of Things That Are Surprisingly Difficult:

Finding matches when visiting a city where you do not speak the language.

Drugstores in Quebec are not necessarily the same as at home. That clerk thinks I'm trying to give myself cancer, but I just want to light the fondue pot.