Last night marked the third and final Thursday Night Live! for the summer For anyone who missed it, the fair highlighting the businesses and farmer's markets of Mountain View. Two live bands performed each week and there was an antique car show. A fun night for dates or family time.
Yesterday, as Crow and I were walking into town, we were confronted at a crosswalk by an army truck. With wheels larger than the average person, this vehicle was meant to be on a battlefield not on a city street. The machine gun mountain in the back supported that theory. For a moment, I thought the town was being invaded, or perhaps the country - zombie apocalypse come at last? We waited until the monstrosity drove by, heading west as it turned right onto Castro street. Less than a block later, it parked - the first of the antique vehicles to line up for the show! It seemed that even our local military came to support Mountain View!
Last night's Thursday Night Live! also included an author signing for a local author who wrote a book on the history of Mountain View. The turn out was unexpectedly impressive. Tina believes I should get in on the book signing action, and intends to set up some kind of event for us. Stay tuned for future news on the event!
The Coyote Blessing's crew had reason to celebrate too. Horse made her first sale! A frantic girl attempted to buy everything she saw at the General Store's booth. She scrambled with her money, desperate to purchase a piece of jewelry, the snake candle holder, a ponytail holder or anything - it seemed as though her life depended on it. Her mother apologized "She can't keep any money in her wallet. My other daughter is the opposite. She refuses to spend her money on anything."
When she saw the small bags of neatly bundled wool, she withdrew from her purse a half-finished potholder, or perhaps it was a cap ... hard to tell at the current stage. The pride in her work was obvious by her great smile. "I made this, I can knit things too." I told her it was the raw thread used for knitting. Whether via that exchange or her mother's soft but urgent 'hurry up honeys', the girl decided on the wool. Alas, she did not have enough money. She bemoaned the fact ("I want this!" "You don't have the money." "But... this, this is what I want!"). Her mother almost triumphed in her desire to leave and find food ("Everyone is hungry, dear.")
However, so long did the girl and her mother linger at our display, the rest of the family came over. The father, a sour expression on his countenance, withdrew two bills from his pocket and thrust them at me. He addressed me and his daughter in one breath. "How much is it, ten? Here. Sorry about that. C'mon, we're all hungry." As soon as money exchanged hands, he turned away. His daughter grabbed the tiny bag and hurried off with her family, clutching her new prize as she muttered, "I am going to make a grand blanket from this."
Yesterday, as Crow and I were walking into town, we were confronted at a crosswalk by an army truck. With wheels larger than the average person, this vehicle was meant to be on a battlefield not on a city street. The machine gun mountain in the back supported that theory. For a moment, I thought the town was being invaded, or perhaps the country - zombie apocalypse come at last? We waited until the monstrosity drove by, heading west as it turned right onto Castro street. Less than a block later, it parked - the first of the antique vehicles to line up for the show! It seemed that even our local military came to support Mountain View!
Last night's Thursday Night Live! also included an author signing for a local author who wrote a book on the history of Mountain View. The turn out was unexpectedly impressive. Tina believes I should get in on the book signing action, and intends to set up some kind of event for us. Stay tuned for future news on the event!
The Coyote Blessing's crew had reason to celebrate too. Horse made her first sale! A frantic girl attempted to buy everything she saw at the General Store's booth. She scrambled with her money, desperate to purchase a piece of jewelry, the snake candle holder, a ponytail holder or anything - it seemed as though her life depended on it. Her mother apologized "She can't keep any money in her wallet. My other daughter is the opposite. She refuses to spend her money on anything."
When she saw the small bags of neatly bundled wool, she withdrew from her purse a half-finished potholder, or perhaps it was a cap ... hard to tell at the current stage. The pride in her work was obvious by her great smile. "I made this, I can knit things too." I told her it was the raw thread used for knitting. Whether via that exchange or her mother's soft but urgent 'hurry up honeys', the girl decided on the wool. Alas, she did not have enough money. She bemoaned the fact ("I want this!" "You don't have the money." "But... this, this is what I want!"). Her mother almost triumphed in her desire to leave and find food ("Everyone is hungry, dear.")
However, so long did the girl and her mother linger at our display, the rest of the family came over. The father, a sour expression on his countenance, withdrew two bills from his pocket and thrust them at me. He addressed me and his daughter in one breath. "How much is it, ten? Here. Sorry about that. C'mon, we're all hungry." As soon as money exchanged hands, he turned away. His daughter grabbed the tiny bag and hurried off with her family, clutching her new prize as she muttered, "I am going to make a grand blanket from this."
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