Reznjun

we got a few precious drops of rain the other day. the gardens could use a little more. even with all the rain we had been getting earlier in the season the ground is cracking. must be the heat that has hung around for the past week or two. we are watering the garden at the health center. the fire department watered the senior citizen garden. the heat is just zapping the plants’ energy. we have had 5 consecutive days of excessive heat warning.  well it is summer.

today i am going to be drying corn. i did some that was ready earlier. i am  doing alittle at a time. i will have some help today. a guy volunteered to help out. that is alright with me. i have gotten help from different ones. walt was hoeing the weeds at the senior garden. someone planted a watermelon plant there too. i managed to get someone to mow the grass around the senior garden once. i mentioned the fire guys watering yesterday. every little bit helps.

 got no problem with people picking the stuff. thing is some trampled the plants. i had over 10 cantaloupes growing but the plants that give them life are dying now from people walking on them. they would have been real good too based on the taste of the ones that made it. other things are picked that arent ripe yet. oh well. at least people are eating the produce. would hate to see it rot.

now and then when i am gardening at the senior site i will stop there to have lunch. that is always fun. i eat with people i know so we can visit over a fine meal. the staff there always fix a good meal. i can look back on my days on the street and remember going hungry. that makes me appreciate what i have to eat. during my travels while i was bumming around i ate at a few missions. sometimes they just served simple meals like boiled potatoes, hamburger gravy, bread and chocolate milk. every meal. some missions you had to listen to a fire and brimstone preacher before you could eat. they werent even entertaining.

i think of those days now and then. i remember a time when i was on relocation in san fran. i was walking down the street and stopped at a corner. just then two other indians came from other directions. we stopped at the corner at the same time and checked each other out. we did the ‘where you from’ and what tribe are you’ routine. wasnt long before we decided to score something to drink. we only had enough change between us to get each of us a quart of beer. on the street it was cool to leave the brown paper bag on with a twist at the top of the bottle. we went to union square to watch the tourists do touristy stuff. we werent there long before two cops walked up. even in that crowded place with people everywhere they headed straight for us. we became the show.  they took our beer and dumped it. the one cop that played the tough guy asked for our i.d.s.  the other indian guys didnt say a word or make a move. so i didnt either. it got quiet. everyone was waiting for something to happen. nothing did for along time. an impasse of sorts.  the cops eyed us. there were three of us and two of them. them indian boys were looking rough as hell. finally the one playing the good cop asked me where i was from. i said i lived a few blocks over. he said  get out of here. i was gone before he quit speaking. didnt need any jail time. i just wondered why it was the indians they had to check out. there were some real characters  there that day. they say you can watch the world walk by in that square.

i am getting anxious for some road time. i have been working hard in the garden. i havent pow wowed at all this summer. i just hit ours. crow fair should be alright. cant wait to get on the road. gotta put in my time for a few more days……