MI, 10 Cent Refund

I now have to admit that Claudia, the netherland dwarf female that I was "gifted" with last year has had babies and the horn dog called Percival is the daddy. They are dwarves with angora tendencies. I feel like Dr. Moreau, creating these mutants. No, I didn't really create them, but I allowed the procreation to happen, and so am culpable.

Four little dwarf babies. Two are "tawny" and two are grey and white, like their ma. They are three weeks old and driving mom nuts. Saw her nursing and she had to stand on her tippy toes to accommodate them all. Last week, Randy Bob's two girls came to visit and of course were captivated by the tiny fur balls.

Here is Olivia.




And Morgan.



The inside kids are still inside - but on nice days, they are outside helping to keep the grass and weeds in check. As is Winehouse, Amy. I know, I know. I need to get that big cage fixed for them, but neither Sweetie or I really want to see them go to the barn. We are not farmers. We are hopeless, and poor, romantics.




Yes, Knitting Linguist, I did carry Murgy around a lot, but he could motivate pretty good on his own, using his front stumps in a sort of swimming motion.

May Cause Dizziness

Oh, my dear Knitting Linguist -

If you think the Runtling is adorable, cast your gaze upon the late and still very much lamented Murgatroyd! He went over the Rainbow Bridge almost a year ago and still Sweetie and I say regularly, "I miss Murgie."

This is Also Your Return Envelope

Lots of rain here. Lots. Rain is forecast until midnight tonight.

None of this water should be here. There is a little creek, (I say crick,) that you can't usually see. And more rain coming.

Sheila's babies are all still in the house. It's getting a little out of hand, the volume of poop and all. I'm really going to have to deal with this. Soon. I said that last week, didn't I. They just have free run in the house and I can find them anywhere, at anytime. They are still so darn cute!




Still cranking away at the drum carder and slaving over a hot dye pot. The brochure is pretty much done, too. I'll only have them in black and white, because I intend to have copies made at the copy shop. Hewlett Packard inks run and bleed at the slightest hint of moisture. Ask me how I know.

Temporarily Relieves Headache

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see more crazy cat pics

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I have aged about ten years in the last two. I always looked way young for my actual age. Until menopause, that is. Now I feel every bit of my fifty-one years. Crap.

On the plus side, I find it easier to move about in society. I am practically invisible. What a relief! Everyone expects less of me and am happy to oblige. I can address younger people as "Honey" or "Young Man" or "Hey, Kid."

I have put a bit of effort into my fuzzarelly.com website. I have been working in my studio. Also have been working on a brochure! Geek talk = I am so glad that the old computer, in OS9, supports Appleworks. It was free with the first iMac, back in '99, and I still love it.

Sweetie says he will have the new computer and free printer/scanner/fax up and operable by Monday. The scanner I am particularly interested in.

Turn Crank Slowly

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Blogging may be sporadic for the next few days as we get files, etc, etc transferred to the New iMac!!! It is so kewl. For one thing, it looks spectacular - what with the flat screen that is markedly larger than the old Mac. There is a fancy schmancy mouse and keyboard, too. I really like it. (Can you tell?)

It also takes pictures.




I'll have pictures of snow, too, once I get if figured out.