Yesterday I did not write, but read in my Maya reference ‘MesoAmerican Mythology’, which has a coherent explanation of the that subject. Such an exposition is lacking in the Maya book edited by Grube, because it is a collection of essays by specialists.
For example, it has a very summary description of the bal game, while Read and Gonzalez give a much more detailed description. This resulted in my recalling students playing hackey sack near my Photogrammetry lab K120 in the hallway at Sait.
Standing in a circle, they would kick a little sack using their ankles mainly, but also elbows, chest and head. The aim was to prevent the sack from falling on the floor. I never enquired closely about the rules, but now suspect that this may be an Indigenous People’s game. ‘Google it’ I say to my self, though I use Bing.
I never enquired closely about the rules [of hack-a-sack], but now suspect that this may be an Indigenous People’s game.
Yesterday I did some shopping for Juliet on my way to visit her. After a mistimed coffee with John I washed my car and then stopped by Juliet to do some more transcribing of her story. This was followed by her nicely cooked dinner and a salad made by myself.
My salad making started some time ago, with Juliet showing me how to do that, finishing one she had started. This inauspicious start has morphed into a regular contribution on my part! This is not without benefit to myself, as I never make a real salad, though I do eat raw veggies and fruit with every meal.
On coming home I noted a message from John with an apology for having mistimed our meet. No, harm done, because we’ll meet Saturday. Later on today, lunch with Herman and a DJ-market drive by for some potatoes and apples, just in case its open.