Wednesday started off the festivities with a presentation of an Indian ceremony by the YMCA Indian Guides. Me and my two sons are members so we got to participate. I rigged the gym with electronic lighting and sound effects. All controlled by a MIDI keyboard. The kindergartners never knew what hit 'em!
I have mixed feelings about a bunch of white guys doing Native American religious ceremonies. If called ourselves the Jew Scouts and did things in Hebrew we would piss off a lot of people. I don't see that there is any difference.
Thursday I got sick, my whole family got sick. The theme of this weekend could have been "we got the sniffles." Plus my son Dylan got contact dermatitis and freaked us all out. We thought it was the Chicken Pox. The rashes and bumps are completely gone now. Good deal.
We never got to have Friday dinner with my parents. We were going to fix a semi-authentic pilgrim meal. (Except for venison) But no one was up to it so we just stayed in bed and watched bad movies. I saw Men In Black II and the Scorpion King. Kill me now. I also missed the Filament 38 show, which is going down on my list of "very sucky things."
Saturday we just sat around sniffling. Let me tell you there is nothing worse than having a cold and then having to wear a CPAP machine at night. I felt like I was suffocating. Dylan got a copy of Digimon Rumble Arena for the Playstation and he proceeded to kick my butt up and down and sideways. I remember when I had to go easy on him! I worked on a few new songs, but mostly just sat around being miserable.
We are all feeling better this morning. We made a snow fort in the front yard and are soon off to go ice-skating with the Indian Guides.