So this box showed up on our front porch a week or so ago. It’s a heavy box, from Lakota Foods. I’ve ordered stuff from them a few times before. It’s a Native American company that sells products from the harvest of the Lower Brule Tribe in central South Dakota. Popcorn is their big deal. This box? It contains a big bag of unpopped popcorn (a 25 pounder!). But it’s not mine. Or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. Joseph Vista in Los Osos, CA–I have your popcorn.
So, it turns out Lakota Foods had some mix-up with shipping. I called to ask what they wanted me to do with it, and after a week of phone tag Jim in thier office told me to just keep the popcorn. Thanks Jim. It should last through Obama’s second term.
From a conversation I overheard in our kitchen today while the girls were working hard on the latest great art project. Hope is ‘coordinating.’
Hope: “I love helping you with art projects. That’s why I’m going to grow up to be an art teacher. And a dancer and cheerleader.”
Zoey: “I’m gonna be a basketballer girl.” (And a vegetarian, we think. But that’s another story…)
Mesa: “I’m going to be a doctor that helps animals, and a rock star.”