Saturdayness...

[elfs]

Saturday was more of the same. After making crepes for breakfast-- which started around 11-- we piled the girls into the car and headed out to a salmon bake being hosted at the indigenous aboriginal Indian Daystar Center at Seattle's Discovery Park, where the descendents of the survining remnants of early American colonial genocide charm tourists and visitors with outdoor salmon wood-baked the way their ancestors did it, and then serve it in one of those hexagonal concrete-spider-buttressed buildings that were so popular for plebian museums and memorials back in the 1970s. We were there for the kickoff of the 2010 electorial season.

We listened to the Democratic politicians make their pleas for money, volunteers, and votes, while we ate dry but acceptable native salmon and drank watered-down lemonade.

After we got home, Lisa and I continued our gardening expedition, adding the last of the topsoil and then planting the squash and watermelons. It would be nice if we got some of those to survive this year. I also planted some jack-o-lanterns in the flatter bed on the north edge, where the soil is significantly more acidic, and there's a bit more shade. We'll see if that makes a difference.

I took Kouryou-chan and Yamaraashi-chan to a couple of sleepover events they'd arranged, and then Omaha and I went out to see Iron Man 2, which was fairly entertaining but definitely not up to the snuff of the first film.

Comments

[gromm.livejournal.com]

Eh? You don't have any real Indians in Seattle (or more accurately, a decently sized community thereof)? You know, the ones from India?

Around here, and not just Vancouver but the pulp mill town I used to live in, the Indian population rivals or clearly outnumbers the native American population. Which means we have a serious societal need to distinguish the two.