Domino, frozen

There are many mysteries here, why there is a domino in the freezer… Why there is a spoon in the trash…Why there is mud in my windowsill?- I guess I can answer that one. Ya’ll have dust. Made out of skin particles and the like. We have dust. Made out of clay, sand, and anything else the wind whips up. I used a wet cloth to clean out the window, and it literally clumped up like a big glob that I’d just pushed out of the tread of my galosh. It was almost as thick as play-dough.

Another mystery I had was whether one of my girls was misbehaving at school. Her and another one go together, and M—was always coming home with these elaborate stories about C—not behaving at school. I sent the teacher a detailed note, and she signed it and sent it back, but didn’t write anything, like “don’t worry, everything’s fine.” So since we sometimes go grocery shopping near their school (40 minutes away) I decided to stop by after grocery shopping. I wasn’t quite sure how it’d go. Her teacher was really nice, and explained that M—is exaggerating things, and that C—and M—are her two best helpers in the classroom. The thing that surprised me the most about the visit was how stinking EXCITED M—was that I was coming. As I waited in the car for her teacher to arrive, M—played in the yard. M—pointed out to all her friends, that I was waiting outside the school, and told them my name, and waved CRAZILY at me. When I was a teenager, I would have been mortified. Granted she turns 20 in July, so maybe she’s past that, but she does get embarrassed of me sometimes in the grocery store. After I chatted with her teacher, she tried to directly introduce me to her classmates. It was cute!! They start their school day doing a military style thing. They march in place with two or three different steps/rhythms, and then they go to their classes. They also march in place after breaks while they wait to be dismissed to their classes.