Keys that are turned in and cats who ride buses

This morning Terri and I went out for breakfast, and then she drove me to my mother's apartment complex, where we did the final walkthrough of her apartment with the building manager. Then I turned in the keys. It was one of the most solemn moments of my life to date.

I have now left that part of her completely behind. Another aspect of her death has unfolded.

On a totally different note...

Mystery cat takes regular bus to the shops.

Bus drivers have nicknamed a white cat Macavity after it has started using the No 331 several mornings a week.

The feline, which has a purple collar, gets onto the busy Walsall to Wolverhampton bus at the same stop most mornings - he then jumps off at the next stop 400m down the road, near a fish and chip shop.

Click the link for more info and pictures of the cat in question.

Who says evolution is a myth? If cats are riding buses, whatever's next?

My first handfasting

I spent most of this afternoon crying on and off, but the tears and surges of misery seem to be tapering off. This is a good thing, because I'm about to be picked up to go out of town and officiate my first handfasting ceremony.

I'm nervous, but not as nervous as I was afraid I'd be. I'm more concerned about being in a place where I can't take a bus/taxi back home whenever I want to than I am about how the ceremony will go. In part this is because I'm not the one running it -- it's the High Priest who orchestrated everything and is in charge. I'm just assisting as High Priestess, which means all I have to do is read my cue cards and not mess up my lines TOO badly.

Wish me luck!