Stairwell

Part I
A couple weeks ago I came home from work to this:

There were over a hundred construction paper hearts in all, on the walls of the stairwell and the brick siding of the house and the door and the windows. There was a note, too, from the three 11-year-old girls in my Sunday school class. My neighbor Michelle told me she had seen the girls at work. Apparently they spent a good chunk of their day off of school planning and executing this heart attack. That week was a particularly busy/stressful week at work, but the hearts made me feel happy and loved every time I came home.

Autumn and Caroline got very excited when I mentioned that I might post pictures of some of their hearts on my blog. They don't read my blog, but I'll follow through and share some of my favorites:

200 times better than a real spider.

Translation.

They complain about math every week, so we're planning a math party for later this month, and they're all pretty excited. It's easy to make 11-year-olds excited.

Typo.

Because we live in Provo.

:)

Part II
I got a second surprise delivered to my doorstep yesterday. I came home from my morning run and saw a Ziploc bag tucked in the handrail by my door. At first I thought maybe someone had delivered cookies, which was sweet, and then I got closer and saw that it was actually a ham bone, which was weird.

All day long I waited for a note or text or email of explanation, and when none came I posted the photo on Facebook. This was partly to share the strangeness of having a ham bone delivered to my door, but also partly in the hopes that someone local to whom I am connected via Facebook might say, "Oh yeah, we had ham for dinner last night, and I thought that maybe your dog would enjoy the ham bone, but you weren't home when I came by so I just left it." But no. Instead I got a couple comments saying, "Maybe someone had ham for dinner last night and thought maybe your dog would enjoy a ham bone?" It's still a mystery.

I gave a little piece of the ham to my dog tonight because I trust my neighbors and think he won't die, and I really hope I'm right. Plus, there's this white bean soup I like a lot, but I never make because it requires a ham bone and I never have a ham bone handy. Now, just as soup season starts, one appears! On my doorstep! Out of thin air! I'm trying to decide just how wary I should be of this ham.