I learned another useful lesson again today. And that is: Check your schoolbag for trash more often. It’s something I actually rarely do, and when I get to it, I marvel at the stuff that I can find in there. Stuff like an old slice of cheese, that I collected a couple months ago, put it in my school bag and never thought of taking it out again. Remember? Cheese is a rare commodity around here, so it definitely should be treasured. Except: that treasure shouldn’t be buried in your school bag for months and months. On the other hand, it wasn’t as bad as you might think now, because it neither was moldy nor smelly, or else, I would have gone treasure hunting in my school bag a lot sooner!   PS. Lesson on schoolbags and buried treasures learned. Check.  

If you’ve been following my blog for a little while, you’ll know that I love snow. Indeed. I do. I love snow. Except when the white stuff coming down from the sky doesn’t stay white as soon as it hits the ground. Or when it comes down at a time when my little heart is actually preparing for the sweet time of spring. Like today. I thought, spring’s supposed to be around the corner. But not here. Not today. Today, it’s snowy but not white; it’s just wet and cold. Surely, winter is trying to hold on as long as possible. Brrr!