The Boston Red Sox won their first World Series since 1918. There's joy in Beantown tonight.
The other really isn't a miracle, but it seems like wondrous work. I watched a full lunar eclipse. The miracle, I guess, would be the clear sky after days of rain and clouds.
I remember my first lunar eclipse. I must have been about 10 years old. It was probably in the summer, or at least not a school night, because I was allowed to stay up and watch it. I remeber the brightness of the moon after the umbra had completely cleared.
A week or so ago when the smoke from forest fires covered the sky, the sun took on that same burnt gold look that the moon had tonight.
Spent a pleasant evening with friends. The food was good, the company comfortable. Watched the eclipse and the Bosox in their glory. As I write this the moon is whole again.
Oh, yes, and I'm finally doing something right on that shawl I tried to start crocheting yesterday. This afternoon I picked up the hook and yarn and started stitching away, and my hands apparently remembered what to do, and the shawl coming along nicely, thank you.
It was a good day.
Shalom