Yesterday (Okay, so the days are all messed up because I'm all messed up. Sometimes yesterday means today and sometimes today means yesterday. I think that I too have been kidnapped by and follow after the Tralfamadorians! I'm reading "Slaughterhouse Five" if you didn't get that.) was another art lesson. What fun. I do love art and I like to teach. And because the kids are home schooled these lessons are really meaningful. I found this set of art books that show the work of many famous artists. Avi said they looked at it once and it went away. I've started using them as teaching tools, and they love the history and my take on the artists' work. We worked on composition and mark making.
Then I was at it again. Back to the rocks. So yesterday, or the other one yesterday, I saw a snake under a rock, and the real yesterday I saw a scorpion under a rock. I think that covers it for the poisonous animals in the area. I've decided that everything in the desert is prickly out of necessity. The plants don't want to be eaten by the animals, the animals are competing with one another, and even the people are fighting for resources. So yeah, they're all prickly.
Then the Arazuni family came down to check out my work. They were really pleased; I know this because read my post for day 12.5 when we were rewarded.
And this is the farm truck--a Subaru, really. It has no doors, fenders, grill, and is missing a lot of stuff. Because the road down to the orchard is such a desert road they use this vehicle. Sometimes the bounty picked in a day is so big that a family member rides on the roof. But the back of the car is so bad to sit in because you bounce like water in a hot, greased pan that it is much more comfortable to sit on the roof.
This morning we started to put the cooling system (netting) over the volunteer trailer and the trailer the girls sleep in so that the sun will not beat directly down upon them. I had to walk around on a palm fron-ed roof twenty-five feet above the ground. Here's a secret: I'm not great with heights. But as a growth experience I just walked around like I owned the place.
Here is Avi in his workshop. Avi reminds me of the best in both of my dads--the two I like, anyway. His politics are way conservative, which surprises me because he is just about a hippy. But maybe he is more of a separatist instead. He is kind, generous, and a loving father and husband. So he balances out his conservative nature in a well-controlled manner.
Then the Arazuni family came down to check out my work. They were really pleased; I know this because read my post for day 12.5 when we were rewarded.
And this is the farm truck--a Subaru, really. It has no doors, fenders, grill, and is missing a lot of stuff. Because the road down to the orchard is such a desert road they use this vehicle. Sometimes the bounty picked in a day is so big that a family member rides on the roof. But the back of the car is so bad to sit in because you bounce like water in a hot, greased pan that it is much more comfortable to sit on the roof.
This morning we started to put the cooling system (netting) over the volunteer trailer and the trailer the girls sleep in so that the sun will not beat directly down upon them. I had to walk around on a palm fron-ed roof twenty-five feet above the ground. Here's a secret: I'm not great with heights. But as a growth experience I just walked around like I owned the place.
Here is Avi in his workshop. Avi reminds me of the best in both of my dads--the two I like, anyway. His politics are way conservative, which surprises me because he is just about a hippy. But maybe he is more of a separatist instead. He is kind, generous, and a loving father and husband. So he balances out his conservative nature in a well-controlled manner.
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