If a child “spills” a bottle of wart remover (salicylic acid) on the seat of your van, it will eat through the leather. The residue will turn white and crusty and will not scrape off no matter what tools you might conceive of using. It turns out leather is, well, skin. Ho hum.
I learned the difference between a stalagmite and a stalactite. (Stalagmites rise from the floor in a cave and a stalactite drips from the ceiling).
Rotten raw eggs are a pain to clean out of a little Free Library. Sadly, ours got egged. On the inside. I’m pretty sure some drunk college students were the culprits, but I can’t be certain. Such a bummer! So many people and kids use our little library, and the kids books got the brunt of the mess. Many had to be tossed away.
After encountering a HUGE tree in the forest that had been downed by beavers, I learned all about how beavers dam streams and build lodges. They have been busy changing the course of a creek I often walk past.
While touring the Minnesota Historical Society reenactment of the Forestville general store and Split Rock Lighthouse, I learned a lot about life in 1899 and 1920. It’s amazing to think about how things have changed and all the useful things that have been invented. It’s also amazing to think about HOW MUCH WORK just plain old living was in the past.
Unfortunately I learned how frustrating a repetitive stress injury can be! Early in the month I somehow injured my thumb and hand doing something in life, I never did figure out what. It got worse and worse, and playing the cello majorly aggravated it. It’s all better now, but healing was a process, and apparently I have bonded with my cello, because not practicing it drove me absolutely crazy. For a while I had to wear a brace on my hand, which was cumbersome. Hooray that our bodies can heal! (Interestingly, playing piano was not a problem . . . it was such a weird random muscle that was having trouble. Most things were not a problem, but then I’d be doing something I normally did and would realize THAT was the injured muscle that was randomly throbbing in pain because I had just used it.)
Injuring my thumb helped me learn some important aspects of cello technique in my left hand that I probably wouldn’t have been motivated to fix right away.
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