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. (more…)
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! (more…)
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. (more…)
A few days after Sherrie drove Mocha home in the van, we were able to get Como Se into the pen. Yay!! So I called Sherrie back, and she came over, shears in hand. Eddie of the awesome accent and fabulous smile uses electric shears, but Sherrie 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! (more…)
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. (more…)