Today, I was staring blankly at Information Structuring in Papago Narrative Discourse (Payne 1987), and getting nowhere. Ever alert and ever insightful, Allison suggested we go for a walk, and get out of the house.

And what a walk! We went up the Wonderland Creek Trail (how perfect for her, right?) where she’s been going for runs lately, and saw the hordes of grasshoppers bouncing around the tall grass. We walked along the creek under the shade of the trees, and it felt perfect. I am glad to have water like that so close.fantastic

But the best was yet to come. On the way back, we went through a tunnel that the creek and the path take under the road. And there, we found the echo. The perfect, amazing echo. We sang Foggy Dew and then I sang Patriot Game, and Allie observed that, given the melodic structure of the song and the strength and timing of the echo, I was accompanying myself. It was just what I needed.

Now, about that information structuring in Tohono O’odham (“Papago” being not the right name).