Thanksgiving means driving across Ohio to my mom's in Dayton. We leave on Thursday morning and return home on Saturday. Since we take our dogs with us, the day prior to Thanksgiving means it is Dog Bath Day. Doesn't Rowdy look just thrilled?
And doesn't he look smaller when he is all wet?
He also hates being away from home. He hates being on a leash, which he must tolerate while in the suburbs. The only place he likes as much as home is the farm where we board the dogs when we are away. He loves it there so much I am afraid one day he won't want to come home. But on the other hand, that makes it easier for me to be away.
He tries to make himself small and invisible when he is uncomfortable.
At least he has not had a chance to get dirty, so maybe mom won't mind him on the window seat in the kitchen with me.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. All my family is together, except my two west coast sons. My mom. Her sister and her 2 kids and spouses and dogs (3). My two brothers and their spouses and kids (5). And Sam and me and our dogs (2). Can't forget mom's dog! We had a lot of dogs this year. Mom has convinced my brother, Larry, to leave his huge yellow lab, who is only 2 and rather exuberant, home. They only live 20 minutes away, unlike the rest of us.
I have a lot to be thankful for. Most days I am very aware of just how fortunate I am.
Things are about to change where we live. I am worried about how much change there will be. We are very remote and live on an unpaved road and I can take long walks and often do not get passed by even one vehicle. However, big oil and gas drilling is coming into the area. One of the first wells into the Utica shale is being drilled only 3 miles from our farm. I can hear it as a distant roar most of the time, especially early in the morning. The drill is huge and is lit up like a carnival ride at night. It can be seen from the highest ridge on our farm, above the pond.
I hope that the peace in our little holler will not be ruined by future well sites, but from all I hear, change is in the air. Time will tell.
I have written in past weeks about breeding season on the farm. Tomorrow the vet is scheduled to come and do ultrasounds. I have 10 girls to ultrasound. All were still testing positive for pregnancy when a male was brought in, as of yesterday.
This coming Saturday is the Christmas Festival and parade in our county seat, Woodsfield, which is where our Real Estate business is located. They open up the courthouse and small businesses and local crafters can purchase booth space. This way businesses who do not have shops in town can participate without being outdoors. I have been busy using up single skeins of yarn by making small items to sell. I will also have my hand woven rugs and my made in USA alpaca socks and yarns for sale. I try not to sell imported alpaca items, but the teddy bears are a big hit and so I have to have those for sale. They also make nice door prizes as they are 1 size fits all.
So far, I have made a pair of mittens, a headband, and 2 hats. I made the scarf earlier this fall. I have to admit, the green hat is NOT alpaca. I had that skein of yarn and I am pretty sure it is wool, but I cannot for the life of me remember where the fiber came from! I am sure it was a roving I saw and just had to buy to spin. It sure is my colors. The hat need buttons on it, but I am having a hard time finding the right ones. Today I plan to start some fingerless mitts out of a skein of the very first commercial yarn I had done up. I found it tucked away in a bag in a closet and must have put it there with a project in mind, but who knows what?
I'm looking forward to having the festival behind me so I can do some more weaving and spinning. And of course Christmas is just around the corner. Followed by January, which will allow for a lot of fiber-nating time!