It ain’t easy being Indian… (August 2019)

By Ricey Wild
News From Indian Country

Dear Teacher,

“What I did this summer”.   

Well actual summer temps came late to Rezberry and so the growing season was short. I was anxious for all the milkweed in my yard to grow and blossom so the Monarch butterflies could thrive like last year and the one before that. I go outside every chance I get on my tiny ‘porch’ and this year I’ve not seen many dragonflies (my spirit insect) so much or bees and even flies and spiders. I feel cheated somehow.

O! I haven’t seen one tick on me or my fur-babies. Ya, that’s a good thing but? Even skeeters have been less bloodthirsty. I’m asking what is and why are those jets that are spraying on us and our environment? Yanno-the chem-trails ennit? What’s going on here?  Too many people are complacent with their current ease and ability to pay their bills. Sad, really.

But teacher I’ve been through a lot of bs recently and have had to resort to therapy to try and deal with it yet again. No shame in my game though, Yo! I did not invite drama into my home at all. Gotta get me a sign for the front door. “I have zero ------ to give now G’wan!” Didn’t happen that way at all. I was left to pick up the pieces of my funny bone. I made a mosaic of the shattered remains of my former self.

Dear Teacher, I was mourning my beloved grandmother Rose who was my first fan and I was sitting here like this here wondering “WTF” do I do now? My Gram was the reason I moved here to Rezberry and now she’s gone, at 100+years. I had friends who showed up for me and I will never forget that even if we don’t talk anymore. Her absence has confused me.

Teacher: I’ve tried to keep it together and maintain and I am thankful; because I’m still lost. I went to a golf tournament with my BF Lorri. Her brother ‘Pink’ held a pig roast (I did not partake of the pig). I sat with Carol and Ed and their family. It was sweet. I had to hide my tears under cat-eye sunglasses wishing my Fam was more like them.

Well, my family’s BBQ’s were always in the dark and we had to have a flashlight to make sure meat was done. We just laughed. Kinda makes me sad. So no I didn’t have any BBQ’s here but there was this time I already wrote about that I got stuck in another canvas chair and whilst allegedly being evicted from it I rolled toward the fire. LOL! I didn’t know at the time I was to be the Solstice Sista Sacrifice! Well, they better get me next time.

We all have to come in handy sometimes.

Teacher, I got another dog I named B-U-DUBBA-G. She’s all little and thinks she’s badass cuz she comes from Cali; since then she’s met my cats, Rez Dawgs and various other critters. Bugg is what I call a Malti-Mutt and she ain’t been et up yet so I know Bugg has a future here. Ya, not gonna worry too much. Yet.

Teacher: there have been many days some in rows where I haven’t been able to get out of bed. I need you to now I recognize my symptoms and will do everything to help myself. I am currently in some weird therapy and have plans to get my fabulous legs back to strength. I have a ways to go but I’m heading there.

Dear Teacher, I was highly distracted by absurd situations as if I was in a situational comedy but found no humor in it. Actually, no, I lie, there was huge actions that propelled me into another reality. I really liked it. It was, “Is this really happening?” “Are you going to hit me?” “No lets go talk”. “Okay” sez I. *shrug*

Hey Teach? I got really brown this summer. One time a dragonfly was munching up a bug and me watching. It then flew up, landed on my left shoulder and continued it’s meal. I could hear it! THAT is my most memorable moment thus far into this year.

Well now, I don’t feel that all the summer excitement is over. I still have many evenings of semi-solitude on my micro-back porch. I crank up my favorite music and breathe. If you do and like the same peace I do then register to VOTE!

Ya I went there. Voting in the next election is crucial like if you wanna live or die. I kid you not. Do ya’ll like clean water? Think about it. Then decide what is more important? Your paper portfolio or your children’s health?

That’s for now Teacher, Miigwech!