|Nathanael with his cane knife. |
Very old Louisiana of him, though he was using it for bamboo, not sugar.
And me? Well I have been here building up my expectations for our new found time, without taking note that high expectations don't mix well with fatigue from multiple light night/early morning drives to the airport...even if you do have a full picnic dinner on the way.
Last night my tired self was having a hard time using my arm muscles, and at the same time sad that we were not hiking, biking and frolicking through fields already...since Nathanael had been back a whole 18 hours. But Nathanael humored me, ate cupcakes with me, read me a bedtime story, and made it a fun night despite my
My fully awake self is a little more rational, but still itching to get out of buildings and into the wild. (We'll get back to that in a minute.)
My friend, and graduate school roommate Lucy, (who I have mentioned a few times) and I have decided to exchange a song with each other each week. We also decided to post the songs on our blogs (Lucy's post this week) to share with our friends, and others who enjoy discovering a wide variety of music. And, since we did not establish rules, you will be encountering a wide variety of music. Lucy and I like to have fun. Sometimes we have classy music selections (I gravitate toward xylophones, banjos, hammered dulcimers and ukuleles; and Lucy gravitates toward Newfoundlanders), and sometimes we just feel like listening to Saturday Night on repeat for a while (ok, ok a short while).
Since I am set on roaming with my friend Nathanael, as you've heard, when this song came on NPR a few days ago it held fast to my subconscious. So despite it being a kid'song, I present you with Can You Canoe, by the Okie Dokie Brothers, and since you are also an outdoor's lady, and since the guys singing look silly every time they say the word "canoe" throughout this video, I think you will enjoy it.
Please pretend I am right there with you this evening, with all my banjo loving self. Though, I am most certainly at the opposite end of the Mississippi as these fellows and their canoe.