Up to the skies
Things like that drive me
Out of my mind
I don't think Lou Reed would mind my mashing up the title of his excellent song. You see, that's exactly what happened to me Sunday. Waiting for company to show up for dinner, I turned on the TV to catch some of the Northern Trust Open golf game in which Phil Mickelson, Keegan Bradley and Bill Haas were bumping along exchanging the lead on the final holes. Mickelson had won the week previous so I was pulling for him.
The company arrived and I went to the door to greet them. 'Cause usually when you have company that's what you do. You let them in. My friend, Bernard, was sporting sunglasses and said something to the effect of coming over to see the stars. I joked that must be why he was wearing his sunglasses. Funny, no? No he was talking about stars in the sky. More specifically, the space station.
Turns out the International Space Station was scheduled to pass over my house and because it would be at 6:24pm, shortly after sunset, we'd be able to see it. Cool.
So we chatted. We watched a little golf with the sound down and when 6:20 rolled around we grabbed our drinks, our coats and retreated to the backyard. Lo and behold out of the sky in the northwest a tiny, bright dot moved into view. We followed it's trajectory and after four minutes it was gone.
Amazingly - well to me anyway - that little dot was 370 kilometres up in the sky, carried 6 astronauts and travelled at 26,000 kilometres an hour. Damn, I didn't even think to wave.
So we trudged back into the house and sat down to dinner. I checked on the golf and Mickelson, Bradley and Haas were going into a three-man, two-hole playoff. Cool.
But dinner called, so off to the dining room we headed. The meal was wonderful and the conversation stimulating and fun.
When dessert arrived I popped up to check on the golf game in the family room. Wha? It was over. Rats. I went looking for my iPad to check on the Golf Channel app to see how things ended. Turned out Haas won.
Poor Phil. He simply wasn't in the winning orbit.
Eye on the ball, Phil, not on the satellite.