Charlie decided he needed once again to help with my weaving. The only reason I'm working on this project when I could be outdoors is the fair deadline. I think partly it's because this weather calls me to be outside so much that Charlie feels human abandonment, but he perched himself right in front of my face. However, I'm working from the back bean and he is laying with his back to me. I think he's saying something.
He clearly under-
stands how to place himself to insure he's not ignored. He's right between me and my reed, and his swishing tail in in the very yarn I'm trying to thread. I have a very smart and obnoxious cat.
Mim brought over our locker lamb this morning. Donna Wiggins from the Wiggins Trading Post in Chilcoot, California, is the butcher. Ever since I read "Diet for a Small Plantet" in the 1970s, I have struggled with the idea of eating commercial meat. I love Mim's lambs and I know exactly what pasture they fed on. We had lamb chops for dinner tonight. A Shetland lamb isn't very but so we only eat it two or three times a month to make it last the year.
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