Today the keeper ran all over the city--starting downtown with a lower Mass than usual at the cathedral, and then to a very polite and politically correct farmer's market in a beautiful peaceful location. She said other than the flower venders it was all Caucasians and people commented on her bumper stickers. Quite unlike any other farmers market she had been to. When she got home she made us come inside so she could spend the last 1/2 of the day at Seattle U at the beginning of a weeklong very intense Hispanic Youth Institute. She says she is the oldest person there, and probably the most introverted. Everyone else came in packs of 10 and 22 from all over the country. She came alone and said she just wanted to hide in her car and read the newspaper instead of doing " ice-breakers."
However, on the way home she stopped the car at the top of the hill, breathless over the bulging lopsided moon which allowed the clouds to undulate around and over it in a dance of the seven veils. When she got home, she stood on the patio table and shot pictures of it through the apple tree. Moon fruit. Enchanting.
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