Beltane Waning Planting Moon
Emma took off on a tour of the neighborhood. Our housekeeper Lois opened the front door and Emma slipped out, using her fourteen years of observing human behavior, not speed, as her ally. By the time I got to the front after Lois alerted me, Emma could not be seen. I hollered a bit, mostly fruitless since Emma hears about as well as most nearing the end of their natural life.
I felt sure she would return on her own, but hearing Kate asking me if I did everything I could, I got in the car and drove around the neighborhood (which, by the way, uses the term very loosely). No Em.
Came back home, made myself some noodles, came downstairs to get ready for Latin. Halfway through the noodles Emma sauntered by garden patio doors. Knew she would.