Yesterday was a long day and a late night, because I stayed through after school for Lenten services. I don’t have any pictures from yesterday, so here’s one from the weekend:
These candle holders in Marshall’s made me have some kind of sentimental reaction. I don’t think it was because of Grandpa Hummel’s shell collection. I think it’s something specifically about oyster shells. Is there some memory from my childhood of an oyster-encrusted place?
Well, Beth made it safely back to Nebraska. It was so fun to have her here.
Last night was super busy, so I don’t have any pictures. I went back in my camera roll, and saw a picture I took a few days ago. Remember the airplanes leaving vapor trails during recess? I think they were practicing for sky writing.
The other day, they were spelling words in the sky:
Here’s an upside-down version so you can read it better:
It says: “good riddance”. Some students were standing there with me, and one of them noticed that the message was directly over the cemetery down the street. Wow. Was this a spiteful message for an internment?
As I was sitting in teacher devotions yesterday morning, I noticed a scuffed area on my shoe:
What an odd pattern of scuffing. What could possibly have caused that? I don’t drag the top of my toes on the ground when I walk. It’s my driving foot, but I checked on the way home – it’s not happening as I drive. Do I put my feet under something during the day? My desk?
Yesterday was soccer tryouts after school, so at recess, the kids switched from basketball to soccer. It was fun to watch.
After recess, I saw a honeybee on the floor of the hallway. I would normally be happy to see a honeybee, but this is part of an unexplainable abundance of honeybees on the hallway floor. Usually they’re dead 🙁
I don’t know if they are drawn there by something and then they die, or if they’re already dying and they come there to spend their last moments.
I tried to move this bee to safety before she got stepped on, but she looked weak. Poor bee.