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Weird Writing

During recess yesterday morning, there were skywriters in the air. They did the dot-matrix printing thing that I saw a couple of years ago.

It was hard to see with the naked eye because of the sun, but my camera helped me interpret it.

Khloud is here.

I searched it on the internet. It appears to be an ad for some kind of popcorn snack.

The wind blew the words away pretty quickly, so I’m not sure how many people saw it.

Spying Screens

One of the screens I always display on my dashboard shows the miles per hour in digital form. It also so happens to display the amount of gas remaining in terms of miles. Whenever I’ve filled the tank, it always says 288 miles as the “Distance to Empty”. But this most recent fill-up, the number was different.

It was 301 miles this time. That was weird. Did I get more gas in the tank?

But then at the end of my drive yesterday, when I turned off the car, this info came up:

My car has been calculating my miles per gallon all this time. I must’ve been driving in a more fuel-efficient way lately. But how weird that previously it was so consistently 288 miles that I memorized the number. Interesting…

Nowhere Knife

Years ago, Lauren gave me a cardboard-sawing knife. At least, I think that’s what it’s officially meant for. What it had become for me was the best thing ever to open packages that came in the mail. It was thin and slicey, but it wasn’t sharp. Its cutting power came from a serrated edge.

I have successfully kept it all these years… until a few months ago, when I lost it. It was maddening. I looked all over the house for it. I used it all the time! Where could I have put it? I eventually gave up looking for it. I must’ve accidentally left it in a box that I put in the recycle bin. Dang.

And then the other day, standing in the hallway outside of my bedroom, I saw this:

I have no memory of putting it there. Why would I even have done that? Under what circumstances would that have been the easiest place to put it? So weird…

But, yay! I have my package opener back again! Bring on the packages!

Oyster Memory

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?

We may never know. My memory is terrible.

Mysterious Message

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?

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