Graphic Intensive! Because I go overboard with photos at the refuge.
Because Julie’s mom has Alzheimer’s and lives with Julie and Orvill, and because it is a wearying life for Julie, last month, when Donna was with Julie’s brother for the weekend, I kidnapped Julie for some R & R. I knew she’d like to see the wildlife refuge, so one Saturday morning, February 23rd, off we went. Continue reading
I think I’m gonna live. Last Wednesday I wasn’t sure. This is apparently some sort of respiratory flu that’s making it’s way around the Portland metro area. Though I’m still coughing, I feel okay enough to finish the saga. Imua! Continue reading
Part Five on hold due do da fack dat I feel so junk! I neva been dis sick in years! Send poi. Buy stock in Kleenex company.
The sheep had to get sheared. And I was at my wit’s end trying to figure out how. Rayado hadn’t gotten sheared yet; Sherrie would have to make two trips over to do that.
Then I had an idea. I did a web search and made a few phone calls, and within a couple of days I had the biggest secret weapons of all lined up to come over. Continue reading
A few days after Sherri drove Mocha home in the van, we were able to get Como Se into the pen. Yay!! So I called Sherri back, and she came over, shears in hand. Eddie of the awesome accent and fabulous smile uses electric shears, but Sherri likes to clip llamas by hand. Hand shears are less noisy and have the advantage of not bothering the llamas so much, but their downside is that it takes much longer to share a recalitrant llama… and Como Se was recalcitrant to da max! Continue reading
The sheep won. I finally had to tell the cowboys to forget it. The sheep were getting too hot; they were panting like crazy, and I couldn’t take a chance that they’d mahkediedead right in front of me. We had to give up. It was a valiant effort, but all to no avail. Continue reading
Da 2008 sheep shearing went so well, yeah? Sheep in the barn, Eddie with the smiling face and wonderful accent got the job done in record time. The sheep are happy. Mokihana is happy. Sure, the sheep had to be tricked into the barn with the door slammed shut behind them, and sure, they had to spend a month in semi-darkness while they dried out, but the shearing got done. Oni easy, yeah? Continue reading
Last year our sheep, for whatever reason, decided they didn’t wanna get sheared. “Nope. Not gonna do it. Not even if you tempt us with grain. Sure we’re hot under all this wool. But we ain’t gonna come down. You call us by rattling the grain can and saying, ‘Sheep sheep sheep’, but we’re gonna show you whose boss.” So last summer the sheep sweltered and sweat underneath all their wool. Continue reading
Julie and I go to the same Bible Study, and we consider it our moral obligation to check out the new yarn stores around the Portland area so that we can maintain our status as yarn pushers enablers and report back to the rest of the girls. I had read about Yarnia on Monica’s blog, and was so intrigued that on Monday I told Julie I wanted us to go there as scouts. Continue reading
About seven years ago, Nolemana and I had dis appraisal up in Battle Ground, Washington. Was one foreclosure kine appraisal; da homeowners wen get evicted, and da bank wen hire us foa appraise da hale so dey could try sell it again to try recoup some of dea losses. Da hale stay out in daboonies, and one Saturday we wen holoholo ka‘a up dea. Continue reading
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