A follow up to the Denali post from yesterday. September 2016.
Last week when a couple of the grandkids were in town we visited this exhibit. Here’s Maura at the Carnegie Science Center.
See the Structure of her knitted shirt?
Right here in Western Pennsylvania. A Mushroom Club.
“A club is an association of two or more people united by a common interest or goal.”There are all sorts of clubs in the community. But I’d never heard of this one/ have you? Maybe you belong to a club, but I bet not too many readers belong to a Mushroom Club.
There is a Club Species Life List available with photographs on their web page. I had no idea there were so many varieties of fungi.
Excuse me sir, but might I photograph your t-shirt? (click) Thank you.
Here is the link to the Western Pennsylvania Mushroom Club webpage.
“The Western Pennsylvania Mushroom Club was created to promote the enjoyment, study, and exchange of information about wild mushrooms. Everyone who has an interest in wild mushrooms is welcome to become a member.”
If you live in the area, there is a list of upcoming events.
A very special Pi Day. Once in a century. Tomorrow, 3.14.15 is it. Get ready!
Celebrated at school today. Spearheaded by Mrs. Mihalic. Creating some spirit!
There were numbers posted all around the hallways on the 800 level to who-knows-what place…..some cool art which I didn’t get to photograph yet.
And my neighbor across the hall…. I went in this morning and said “Hey, where’s your Pi shirt?” and then she turned around and showed me!
Mrs. Mihalic, math teacher, created a wildly spirited event, complete with Pi Day cookies she special ordered from Eat’n Park
In the cafeteria there was a game where students could win a slice of pie. (Similar to a Cake Walk)
Posting this one so you can see how you had to land on a certain number when the music stopped to win a slice of pie.
Eighth graders in the art room.
Rubber bands and string. Buckets of color. Vinyl gloves.
Bought more shirts tonight to take to school to try again.
They’ve got the hang of it. The practice.
I tell them – no design turns out exactly as planned.
Friday morning in the hallway a blur of t-shirts walked by.
I felt satisfied.
Did you ever tie-dye anything in your life?