Whenever a gift is used, even if months goes by between uses, makes the giver feel good. Like we scored a hit. That's the case with Maeve's telescope.
It was a Christmas present a few years ago. Looking at the moon through its lens is like practically being on the surface. All the craters and deserts are right there, big enough to touch.
After supper, she announced that she was going outside to look at the moon. A few minutes later she asked if I would like to see the moon. I followed her out and looked at the rough surface of the half moon. Maeve also had the binoculars around her neck to look at the moon while other people used the telescope.
When my turn came for the binoculars, the stars were my targets. Alas! My hands aren't steady enough to hold the binoculars still to view the stars very well. Until I noticed that Jupiter was rising in the east.
Bracing the binoculars against the brick wall, the moons of Jupiter were visible. No telescope necessary. It's the coolest thing to see the moons of Jupiter in the night sky. Maybe when it's a bit colder outside, Mr. Gaelic will join us with his warming devices -- a heavy fleece blanket, two fingers of single malt, and a Fonseca.
[Title taken from this.]
Good Grief # 15
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