A fabric shop, she said. She spent hours touching and admiring the fabrics, especially the velveteen and silk, which are handsome barter for the services of a medicine man. While most of the conveniences in my house failed to interest my mother, the tub did. Each time she left the tub, my daughter scrubbed off the red ring of dirt common in northern Arizona. Particularly annoying was the noisy machine that browned bread and spat it out.
People say they go to work, then they come home, sit down and watch television.
One time I asked my mother to spend an entire week with me. I'll be alone. I have my relatives and my flock at home. My mother and aunt are proud of their vigorous, seminomadic lifestyle. They snort at the wilderness and the hardships.