DH left early yesterday morning for an Archeology conference in North Carolina, where he is doing a presentation about Kingsley Plantation. He won't be back until Sunday and we really miss him, but he's been working very hard to get this presentation ready and the PowerPoint show he made looks terrific.
Blaze and I have continued learning about Southwestern Indians and, Tuesday, Blaze learned to make a "pinch pot" out of clay.
Then I broke off a piece of corn cob and DH showed him how to roll the corn cob across the pot to make a textured design.
He also wrote his name and the year in the bottom of the pot using a tooth pick.
I was going to let him paint the pot yesterday, but things just got a bit crazy and that didn't happen. Yesterday afternoon Blaze went out to play. I heard him screaming and ran outside to find him jumping up and down screaming, crying, and clawing at his back. He had been sitting next to a hill of fire ants and they had swarmed him. Mostly they had gotten inside the waistband of his pants, but he also has lots of bites on his feet, hands and neck.
He feels o.k. now, but the blisters look terrible. He really looks like he's suffering from some horrible pox.
This is his lower back: