Final Moon, B Cycle

Last night the keeper stayed up late to finish some unfinished projects--a wedding relfection, an evaluation, turkey soup making. We were napping soundly when she looked out the front window that faces west, and shrieked, "The moon! Look at it! In the west! It's November and we can see it!" So, yes, we moved to the table and she went outside to catch it shining through the trees, the leaves dancing in its light. Of course we stayed in. She was wise to keep us in because we love to roam when the moon is out!

We stayed in some more while she went to the office and then to a wedding at her old church. She came home and said it was one of the most exquisitely prepared, simply elegant, and sincere weddings she has participated in. She knew the bride since she arrived at the old church. The bride was then 13. The groom is one of the nicest young men, as are his friends and family. The reception was at the Women's University Club, elegant in itself, but made more so by the hospitality of the families, the eloquence and sincerity of the toasting, and love emanating from both families. It's our feline observation that weddings can bring out the drama queen in any normally sane person. But, it sounds like this one was from the heart without the theatrics. Cheers to Rebecca and Jarred!

We begin Advent now. We dug out the clay advent wreath and the candles. We will have to put up with the singing of that little song every night now. But perhaps if we are patient, the hamsters will show up with the Baby Jesus!