There was a middle school dance at school last night. I’m thankful for a mom who did the work of organizing the kids on the student council. They got decorations up and food planned and music assembled.
It went really well. I was the bouncer and sat outside most of the time. It was easier on my ears, since the music was loud. It was lighter inside than the picture makes it look. The kids danced a lot, and had lots of fun.
Good call being the bouncer. Did you look tough and check IDs? Did you send them to the back of the line if they weren’t dressed cool enough? (I only know bouncer behavior from movies.)
Along those same lines, I am trying to picture you standing, arms crossed in front, sleeves rolled up with a pack of cigarettes inside one, possibly even chewing some gum while standing watching over young adolescents indoors. Every chaperone’s dream I should think…congratulations.
This is the hole in the wall by my kitchen window that the old dish tv cable used to go in:
These are some of the honey bees that went through that hole to build a hive and now live inside the walls of my house:
I have a regular pest-control service, and yesterday the service person texted me to say that there was a hole in the wall of my house that bees were going in and out of. “Honey bees?” I asked. “Yes,” she responded. Darn.
In one sense, I guess I’m glad it’s honey bees, because they’re nice, so I don’t have to worry about them attacking me. In another sense, I’m not glad it’s honey bees, because I don’t want to kill them, so I’ll be paying a company to remove them carefully and take them away alive for relocation.
I have no idea how long they’ve been there, but it seems like they can’t have been there long, because they’re right by the trash cans, so I should have seen them. Hopefully the hive isn’t that big yet, so the removal company won’t have to tear such a big hole in my wall.
A while back, I saw a bedraggled begonia at Lowe’s. It had four beat-up leaves on it, and was looking sad, but the leaves were black, and reminded me of a begonia I had back in Baltimore. I bought it.
It’s been growing steadily since then, and now that it’s spring, it has been growing more rapidly. I’ve decided to move it away from my kitchen window, and move it to the living room, where I can admire it more easily.
It not only has black satiny leaves, which I like, it is also hairy, which I love.
And the leaves are starting to swirl as they get bigger. Also cool.
Maybe some day I’ll post some pictures to a begonia forum and try to identify the variety by name. I’d be glad to know.
Yesterday was my first day back to school after my DC trip. It was fun to see all the kids again, but it was exhausting. After school, I stopped at the grocery store and felt like a zombie while I was walking the aisles.
At least I got to relax on the couch a little last night before I had my regular exercise appointment. Bruno helped me sit on the couch by sitting next to me.
Good call being the bouncer. Did you look tough and check IDs? Did you send them to the back of the line if they weren’t dressed cool enough? (I only know bouncer behavior from movies.)
Along those same lines, I am trying to picture you standing, arms crossed in front, sleeves rolled up with a pack of cigarettes inside one, possibly even chewing some gum while standing watching over young adolescents indoors. Every chaperone’s dream I should think…congratulations.