odd

Volunteering at the girls' kindergarten makes me nostalgic. And super nosy. I want to poke my head into every classroom and see what's going on. I want to go back to elementary school, because it looks like so much fun!

I went into the bathroom before I went into class, and found the water running full force, and the sink about to overflow. Seriously, right at the brink. I shut it off and saw that the bottom was filled with paper towels. It just struck me as oddly purposeful, sending my brain into a swirl of hypotheticals about the little girl who passed me on the way in. What pseudo-destructive schemes were teeming behind her innocent looking eyes? Probably none.

Here are some oddly muscular and weirdly patchworky pears: