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altivoCall me a sew and sew. The towels are hemstitched, the first part of the process of finishing raw edges. The threads are bound so that individual towels can be cut apart without the weaving starting to unravel. Now the ends must be pressed under and stitched once more by hand. But I've done enough for tonight. Only three of the four towels have to be hemmed by Wednesday morning, since I'm keeping the fourth for myself.
The Brit neighbors are not good at making fences. They seem to put up lots of them, but their animals just walk through them, fly over them, or crawl under them. Gary was cleaning Tess' stall today when one of the horses from next door walked nonchalantly into our barn. When he tried to catch it, of course it ran back out and disappeared into the woods. He called next door to tell them a horse was out, and said they seemed quite non-chalant about it. Pity, because they're pretty nice horses. What with all the heavy truck traffic that is now being diverted past our front entrances due to a construction detour, any animal that strays into the road is probably going to be horseburger.
For the last 15 minutes they've been stumbling around in the dark over there, shouting for various animals. This is a nightly ritual. They let dogs, cats, chickens, and kids run wild all day, and then expect them to come home at bed time.
In other news, Gary took Tess out for the first time this year. He's always reluctant to do it alone because he had so much trouble with her daughter. I don't pressure him to do it, but he did it without being asked. Unfortunately he forgot the fly spray, so when I went to get her at 6 pm she was being eaten alive. Even so, she took her time coming to me. When I opened the gate, she started toward me at a walk, then paused to grab some grass, then walked some more and repeated. I've been working for a year to get her to come consistently without my having to walk the length of the field to get her. She doesn't run away, always allows me to attach a lead and lead her back to the barn, but she has never volunteered to come in unless she was really eager to go. Until today, that is. Of course she wanted to know if I had any treats when she reached me, but she came by herself without being called in any way, even though there was plenty of good grass available.
Oh, and for those who might still be wondering, yes, we did see the ISS and the shuttle last night. I probably wouldn't have known they weren't just airplanes if I hadn't checked the times and paths in advance, but they were both very bright and very fast moving. About four minutes from one horizon to the other, with the shuttle lagging the space station by about two minutes the whole time.
The Brit neighbors are not good at making fences. They seem to put up lots of them, but their animals just walk through them, fly over them, or crawl under them. Gary was cleaning Tess' stall today when one of the horses from next door walked nonchalantly into our barn. When he tried to catch it, of course it ran back out and disappeared into the woods. He called next door to tell them a horse was out, and said they seemed quite non-chalant about it. Pity, because they're pretty nice horses. What with all the heavy truck traffic that is now being diverted past our front entrances due to a construction detour, any animal that strays into the road is probably going to be horseburger.
For the last 15 minutes they've been stumbling around in the dark over there, shouting for various animals. This is a nightly ritual. They let dogs, cats, chickens, and kids run wild all day, and then expect them to come home at bed time.
In other news, Gary took Tess out for the first time this year. He's always reluctant to do it alone because he had so much trouble with her daughter. I don't pressure him to do it, but he did it without being asked. Unfortunately he forgot the fly spray, so when I went to get her at 6 pm she was being eaten alive. Even so, she took her time coming to me. When I opened the gate, she started toward me at a walk, then paused to grab some grass, then walked some more and repeated. I've been working for a year to get her to come consistently without my having to walk the length of the field to get her. She doesn't run away, always allows me to attach a lead and lead her back to the barn, but she has never volunteered to come in unless she was really eager to go. Until today, that is. Of course she wanted to know if I had any treats when she reached me, but she came by herself without being called in any way, even though there was plenty of good grass available.
Oh, and for those who might still be wondering, yes, we did see the ISS and the shuttle last night. I probably wouldn't have known they weren't just airplanes if I hadn't checked the times and paths in advance, but they were both very bright and very fast moving. About four minutes from one horizon to the other, with the shuttle lagging the space station by about two minutes the whole time.
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Date: 2008-06-03 12:14 pm (UTC)Oeer Poms I know the type, we have a lot of them, after a generation or so the unpleasant bits are usually weaned out.
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Date: 2008-06-03 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-06-03 02:32 pm (UTC)And the brit neighbors made me giggle a little. COME'RE CHICKENZ!!!
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Date: 2008-06-03 03:39 pm (UTC)Good thing foxes don't eat horses, 'cuz the three they have are too nice for that fate.
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Date: 2008-06-04 12:16 pm (UTC)I once watched ISS and the Suttle go over with one about two degrees ahead of the other. That was really cool.
Did you see this APOD taken shortly after Discovery's launch?
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Date: 2008-06-04 12:25 pm (UTC)