Thursday afternoon I had a few hours to spend, and I tackled the boxes of stuff—yes, stuff—sitting around the sides of my office. I hate to admit it, but my usual way of dealing with pieces of paper that I don't know what to do with is to pile them in a handy cardboard box. Once that one is overflowing I set another empty box on top of it and proceed to fill it up.
The third box down had things in it from 2007. Good grief! My recycling bin is filled almost to overflowing.
But I did find a few goodies in there:
A cat toy I’d forgotten about
Some school pictures of my children (who are now grown)
Seven pretty rocks
More half-used notebooks than I can shake a stick at
A gorgeous photograph of an eagle
A gray hat I knitted a few years ago
And—here’s where the bees come into this monologue—two thin sheets of beeswax designed to be rolled into candles (the package even includes the wicks).
I seem to recall having bought the candle kit originally so I could roll candles with my niece when I visited her in Colorado Springs. We tried it. They didn’t burn very well, which is why I still have the makings of the last two candles. But we had fun doing it, so I guess it was worth it.
I don’t think I’ll go into the candle business.
BEEattitude for Day # 116:
Blessed are those who leave the beeswax for the bees, for we shall make better use of it.
One thing Fran is grateful for right now: