Kokopelli is a mythical figure in Native American culture who is often depicted as a humpbacked flute player with feathers on his head. The name Kokopelli is thought to come from the Zuni and Hopi word koko, which means God. This artwork was acquired at Indian Market in Santa Fe. This festival was a big draw that drew my parents all the way from Dallas. This work’s intricate design is more beautiful in real life than this photo can possibly show.
We had a couple of wins yesterday. We managed to reclaim the majority of dad’s savings from its estate limbo. Work continues to reclaim it all, but we are slowly making progress. Once his money is in our hands, I can distribute it to my bros. Our other big victory was more ephemeral. Frankly, we were left reeling after the realtor’s aesthetics coordinator visit, and it was for the silliest of reasons. She wanted to see a king-size bed in the primary bedroom, where Anne and I are currently sleeping. Even though we could buy a new bed and have it delivered for just a few hundred dollars, the waste involved with this strategy kind of stuck in our collective craw. That sleepless night we were lying awake in bed devising alternative plans. We figured that we could move the two twins from downstairs, shove them together to make a faux king and then haul the upstairs’ queen downstairs in their place. Easy-peasy. The next morning, we were pleasantly surprised when the realtor called and proposed the exact same plan. I know that it is silly to be niggling about such small stuff as the price of a cheap bed, but as I told our realtor that’s just us. However, now we have to move two beds.
Dan is overjoyed with the results from yesterday’s NYC mayoral election that all but installed Zohran Mamdani as its next mayor. He was crowing this morning about the almost autocratic levels of support that he had garnered in Dan’s own precinct. Gone are the days when New York can no longer have nice mayors.
