Why are weekends so short?

J and I took baby Drake to Columbia City to see the PowWow. He napped in the car and it must have been disorienting to awake to Native American dancing and singing. He's not even two yet, so he wouldn't understand the virtual time machine trippy-ness.  He almost entered the dancing circle but stopped to dance with a woman in the circle entrance and then abandoned the idea of joining the other dancers. Whew! I wasn't relishing the idea of giving chase.  I wish I had gotten pictures, but my memory card reader for my camera is on the fritz and it just isn't fun to take pictures when you know they're trapped in your camera. Then I had the further frustration of shopping, dicing, and mixing almost all of the ingredients for another canning batch of pineapple salsa, but  forgot the tomato paste! So, the mixture is  in the fridge and I hope it'll  be OK to finish tonight.I'm also trying a new recipe for tomato basil jam. I like both of those flavors and I have both ingredients growing abundantly, so I'm going to try one batch. I'll post the taste test results and recipe if it's yummy.