I chillaxed yesterday afternoon. Watched TV, cooked a fast supper, made some inroads on a project I need to have finished by tomorrow. Tried to get the portions on my plate to easily finished sizes. Trouble is sometimes the number of dishes presented for consumption make it hard to decide what to take and what to leave.
Well, relaxed too much, methinks. Here it is the 18th already. Started my blog, then had to work on the beading project that landed in my lap. Got one feather done. Started on the other one. Now I need to finish that one before 1100 because the powwow grand entry is around 1300. That gives just enough time to get there from here.
Turned muggy for a couple hours today. Hope it stays nice this weekend. Dancing in wet moccasins: not my idea of fun. On the other hand, dancing when it's muggy isn't fun either. The only fun thing when that happens is getting to visit with family and friends. Eating fry bread and wild rice. Watching the dancers, specially when they dance for fun, for the sheer joy of dancing. Then it's fun to watch, then checking to see who misses the last beat. Hah.
It's great when the singers try to outfox the dancers. There are quite a few dancers who miss. I rarely miss. Then made the mistake of telling one singer that it's something in their voices that signals the end. Missed a couple more times. Now I look for the signal they use. Ahhh. Fantastic sights and sounds, groans from those who miss, smirks from those who don't, congratulatory smiles and heads nodding. Yes.
Sitting around the table when we eat is an occasion for teasing, laughter and more visiting. Sometimes, a new relative is discovered. New relative...long lost isn't quite it either because they've always known where they're at. Can't think of the word.
Ahh. Coming home from powwows was relaxing, even with a long drive. The sound of the drum stayed with for most of the trip home, or until I fell asleep. Carry those memories with me to this day.
Well, relaxed too much, methinks. Here it is the 18th already. Started my blog, then had to work on the beading project that landed in my lap. Got one feather done. Started on the other one. Now I need to finish that one before 1100 because the powwow grand entry is around 1300. That gives just enough time to get there from here.
Turned muggy for a couple hours today. Hope it stays nice this weekend. Dancing in wet moccasins: not my idea of fun. On the other hand, dancing when it's muggy isn't fun either. The only fun thing when that happens is getting to visit with family and friends. Eating fry bread and wild rice. Watching the dancers, specially when they dance for fun, for the sheer joy of dancing. Then it's fun to watch, then checking to see who misses the last beat. Hah.
It's great when the singers try to outfox the dancers. There are quite a few dancers who miss. I rarely miss. Then made the mistake of telling one singer that it's something in their voices that signals the end. Missed a couple more times. Now I look for the signal they use. Ahhh. Fantastic sights and sounds, groans from those who miss, smirks from those who don't, congratulatory smiles and heads nodding. Yes.
Sitting around the table when we eat is an occasion for teasing, laughter and more visiting. Sometimes, a new relative is discovered. New relative...long lost isn't quite it either because they've always known where they're at. Can't think of the word.
Ahh. Coming home from powwows was relaxing, even with a long drive. The sound of the drum stayed with for most of the trip home, or until I fell asleep. Carry those memories with me to this day.