“Lining bees” was a way to find a wild honey hive. You found a group of bees gathering pollen and followed them back to their hive – a much harder task than it sounds. When I was very young, my dad came back to our house after dark one time with a washtub more than half full of broken combs of almost-black honey. He and some friends had lined worker bees to the hive, which was inside an old hollow tree. I don’t remember him being stung all over, though I don’t doubt he was. I do remember him saying the hive was a hundred years old. If that whole tub was our share, I don’t doubt it, the hive must have been enormous.
I came up with a great plot point that will be the solution to the mystery I am starting to write. But it’s unusual so I decided to run it by my editor – and she’s delighted with it. I’d share it with you, but it’s a major spoiler, so I can’t. So I’ll just sit here with a superior smile on my face for a minute.
I still haven’t completely decided what to pack for my upcoming two-week trip to England. Since we have to change planes in Chicago, I don’t want to check a suitcase for fear it will get lost. On the other hand, packing for two weeks in a carry-on may be ridiculous. Especially since I need one really nice outfit for the Leicester Cathedral Anglican service marking the reinterment of the bones of King Richard III – so far two royals are coming, and the Archbishop of Canterbury is presiding, so jeans and a sweater are out. I’m having a hat specially made. But for everything else, it’s jeans and sweaters and a bright purple sweatsuit. Plus sox, underwear, meds and a toothbrush. We’re going to spend a week on a bus tour, is one pair of jeans enough?
As it may yet turn out, we are flying home from London Easter Sunday after all. The charge to change our tickets to a day later is close to nine hundred dollars, because it’s three hundred for the change plus there’s been a fare increase. There is a very small chance they will change the time of the flight significantly, which would mean we can change our tickets for $300 apiece. I’m disgusted – at myself, the airline, and the booking agency.