As I said in my last post, a huge part of my energies have been directed at just surviving the last couple of weeks of school ... barbeques, volunteer breakfasts, testing, project wrap-up, field days, pet day, etc. Well, The Child's class (and a another) had Pet Day on Friday and the Rattie Boys got to attend. They were a huge hit with half the people they encountered, and an avoidance for the other half. People are so funny about rodents. The number one comment was, "Oh my gosh, they are so BIG!" I guess people understand "rat" but see "mouse" when they visualize. Anyway, Seabiscut was a ham, got loads of attention, and rewarded his favorites with sweet little rat licks. Bosco, being the high-strung, nervous boy that he is, hid in a corner of the box. I only kept them there a couple of hours and then took them home. They were so happy to be back in The Child's room!!
For some reason in Utah, this past weekend is a favorite for scheduling activities. It is unfortunate, because it makes it so that you can't attend all the cool things going on. The Utah Arts Festival in Salt Lake City was happening, as was the Tooele Arts Festival. The Panguitch Hot Air Balloon Rally (we went last year, see the post Balloons Galore!) was all weekend over the mountain. Locally, we had the Summer Jam and the Paiute Restoration Pow Wow happening. I stayed to local activities as I am taking off on Friday for another roadtrip.
The Summer Jam was low-key and relaxed, and created one of those times when The Spouse and I acknowledge how fortunate we are. We definitely experience frustrations from time to time over the smallness (physically and mentally) of Cedar City, but it is wonderful to be able to sit in a beautiful little park listening to local musicians while kids run around munching on corn dogs, pop corn and cotton candy with their friends. It is such a safe, mellow environment that you don't really worry.
The Pow Wow events of the weekend included a parade on Main Street Saturday a.m. (Cedar City has a parade for everything!), which The Child and I attended. I am in awe of the regala that the dancers wear. It is beautiful, intricate, and made by hand ... and a lot of the dresses and moccasins were covered in cool bells.
I referred to the clothing as "costumes" once and one of our Paiute students very quickly (and politely) corrected me, telling me that what they wear is their "regala".
Saturday evening I went and watched a little of the children's dancing. I was partially filled with respect for how much energy the tribal elders put into trying to retain their heritage and pass it on to the younger tribal members, and partially filled with sadness at what they have already lost. So many of the youth seemed uninterested.