In the mail on Saturday, a giant manila envelope full of calendars, notepads, address labels, birthday cards, and a fine DreamCatcher. I should have hung this last night because I had the most bizarre set of dreams and the DreamCatcher is supposed to catch the bad dreams and let the good ones go through. Alas my bad dreams stuck, deep.
Now, I ask you, why ON EARTH is St. Joseph’s Indian School printing and mailing all this stuff and what mailing list did they buy that found MY name on it? I’ve never been to South Dakota and I’ve ever given to any Indian charities that I am aware of. Moreover, how can they afford to print and mail all of this? Do they get to mail it all free, as part of some white people reparations deal with Indians?
I do like that they call themselves Indians, not Native Americans. That’s the bonus of this pack of goodies.
Oppressively humid and dense air day. I want it to rain and get it over with, be done and back to Indian Summer – or is that Native American Summer? 🙂