My husband woke up the earliest of the family because he needed to go to work. I noticed he made unusual sounds in the kitchen and stayed there longer than usual. Then he came to me getting ready to get up from the bed to report the unusual accident.
He told me when he went to the kitchen in the morning, the first thing he saw was the flooded kitchen floor with liquids. He noticed the liquids came from a watermelon sitting on dining table. The watermelon was not broken or exploded, but the juice leaked from the watermelon and fell onto the kitchen floor. We didn’t know exact reason for this. I am doubting if the watermelon was already old when my husband bought it from the store just a couple days ago. I noticed the oldness of the watermelon right after he came back from the store. I could tell it because the skin of the watermelon was very light fading color. When I held it, the skin was so soft. It felt like paper thin. I asked him to select a flesh watermelon by choosing a fresh watermelon with the vivid colored skin. You can feel the freshness when you touch it anyway.
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From the later afternoon to night we spent at the local park where our local community presented a 4th of July celebration. We had lots of rain in the early afternoon, so that we enjoyed the outdoor cerebration started from late afternoon ended in the night without rain. We joined the cerebration after my husband came back from work. It was nice to go there because the waiting line for the food distribution died down by the time we got there.
My former coworker found my husband and beckoned us to his table. He was with his wife and they seemed to be enjoying having us as their company. So far so good, until the moment they showed us a tall coffee cups with their huge grin. My smile got frozen when I heard them bragging about their tall coffee cups were filled with strong liquor. And they started smoking a cigarette just in front of us. We hurried up pacing our food and left their table as soon as possible. I hate eating something with breathing in cigarette smoke. Other than that, we enjoyed chatting with our neighbor friends, our favorite librarians, and friends there. I understand a whole bunch of people drink alcohol at the 4th of July celebration and drive back. I hope they will think twice about the danger of drink-and-drive and stop doing that.
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I read the following three books.
The Stone Cutter and the Navajo Maiden written by Vee Browne. It was a heartwarming story that a young Navajo girl went through. She broke he late mom’s grinding stone and looked for somebody who can fix it. Instead of fixing it, the last male elder gave a new set of grinding stones to her. It reminded me of my daughter’s Kinaaldá. Our family didn’t have a set of grinding stones and we could not afford to buy a new set. We borrowed the set from one of my husband’s aunts. Since her set was a sturdy and spacious set, it seemed for my daughter to grind kernels of corns easily. We should buy a set of grinding stone one of these days.
Jim Thorpe’s Bright Path written by Joseph Bruchac and illustrated by S. D. Nelson.
Thirteen Moons on Turtle’s Back: A Native American Year of Moons written by Joseph Bruchac and Jonathan London and illustrated by Thomas Locker.
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