Folks,

The creativity thing just isn’t going to happen until I finish this 60+ page term paper on the Anglo American Cataloging Rules (AACR2). Ugh, library school is just so much fun at times.

In the mean time, I have to crow just a bit. The Harlot said my salves are pretty! Yippee!

To the makers of cat ear medication:

What the hell were you thinking when scented this stuff? Did you honestly think that making it smell like cheap, skanky, peach-scented potpourri was going to make it any easier to get into a cat’s ear? Or perhaps you believed I’d appreciate smelling like a particularly noxious peach soda after said cat proceeds to fling the crap all over my face and work clothes.

You have my significantly less-than-undying gratitude,

Cadi

P.S. Whatever it smells like, it does not taste like peach soda. I’m off to scrub at the offending substance yet again.

While many states can boast of their Rhinebeck, their Taos, or their Black Sheep, let’s face it- the south isn’t known for sheep & wool festivals. As much as I’d love to travel the country fondling fleeces and skeins while enjoying the brisk autumn weather, it’s just not in the cards at this time (especially since the powers that be decided that tuition is due before the holidays this year).

Fortunately for me, Texas does have it’s own fiber festival- one glorious weekend in the fall when hoards (well, small ones anyway) of fiberholics flock to Boerne, TX for the Kid ‘N Ewe and Llamas Too Festival. It’s a weekend filled with spinning and weaving workshops, fuzzy critters, vendors, and a chance to hangout with other equally fiber obsessed individuals.

I’m leaving tomorrow! I’ve already signed up for a couple of tablet weaving workshops by Michael Cook-aka Wormspit. (By the way, if you ever get a chance to take the silk reeling workshop from him, then do it!! You’ll have a new found appreciation for the whole silk process. ) I’m also taking a workshop in which I’ll be building a tabletop great wheel (a new wheel for $100). I’m so excited!

Unfortunately, this sweet little girl will be going too.

Nym has come down with an ear infection, the likes of which the vet has never seen. Since Todd will also be out of town this weekend (no envy there- he’s herding undergrads all weekend) and I’ve got to dope her ear twice a day, she’s coming along for a weekend of R&R at the swanky motel we’ve rented.

Yes, I realize how insane this is, but I can’t afford to board her at the vet’s office and I don’t feel like I can ask my friends to volunteer for the twice daily blood-bath that goes along with medicating this one’s ears. So, since the hotel takes critters, she’s tagging along.