My son says that a dead blog is worse than no blog, and I suppose that’s true. I’ve decided that the only way I can keep up with this blog is to write all the entries for the week on the weekend and then post them one by one. So if I say, for example, that we had a thunderstorm today and you know it was five days ago, that’s the reason, and I apologize for it in advance.
Last night I dreamed about the late Kawaiisu elder Andy Greene. My subconscious mind must have remembered that he had died in September for in the dream I was standing in line at his memorial service wondering how I would tell his family how special he had been to me. When he was a child, he often stayed in Sand Canyon with his grandmother who lived in the old ways in her brush Kahni by a spring and he maintained a special love of the place. He helped to found Tomo-Kahni State Historic Park to preserve his tribe’s winter home. And his spirit still lives there. I feel it every day when I look toward the peak where he prayed.
Andy inspired me to write my book, The Butterfly Basket, and I thank him for that. If you want a copy of the book for the eight to twelve year old in your life, you have to wait until I find a publisher. I’ll let you know when that happens.
Sand Canyon Almanac 
Dear Publisher, Please publish this book. I’m dying to read it!! – Jeanne
I, too, would love to have this book. Andy was my Grandfather, and such an important person in my life. I miss him dearly.
Your Grandfather was a very special person. I miss him too.
I’ll let you know when the book is published.