Saturday

I rode the bus to work this morning. Walking to the bus stop, I gave a bum my apple.

At work, I played the leader in "follow the leader" for a whole hour. I think I was more tired out after the class than my students were. I thought of moving a girl up to the next level in my last class. That made me feel proud.

I just took a walk down our street, Flora Avenue, rightly named. I saw many pretty houses of which I would've taken pictures but Papa took the camera on his climbing trip.
I saw a brick(!) house that had a very overgrown yard and was dark under all the vines. I imagined a witch lived there, and quickened my pace.

Tomorrow is Sunday. Love your Fathers.