Are only somewhat exaggerated. I’m still around. As I predicted, I’m working many hours at my real job and trying to keep up with the farm demands. That and sleep is about all I can manage lately, but I’m still among the living. Hopefully once Jared gets home in a few weeks there will be more free time for me. Especially since I haven’t gotten much knitting done. I did, however, finish the baby blanket:


Stats
Pattern: My own.
Yarn: Dale Baby Ull in sunny yellow and chambray blue, 4 balls of each.
Needles: Size US 3 knitpicks harmony circular.
Mods/comments: Well, no mods obviously. I just wanted a super simple blanket in colors that I knew the mother would like. I have an extreme bias toward very simple knits when they’re for babies. I broke up the monotony of stockinette with bands of ribbing and that’s the extent of the complexity. Oh and I actually finished this projects weeks before the baby is due, go me!
The llamas got their haircuts yesterday and it wasn’t a moment too soon with temps in the triple digits lately. They have been enjoying a kiddie pool under the shade of the persimmon tree to help cool off, but I imagine having a couple pounds less of warm llama fleece must be an advantage as well.

The lambs are growing so fast. They’re nearly as large as their mothers now. Absinth is becoming impressed with his own superior rammy-ness.

And even the littlest girls are nearly as big as mom now. The one on the far right is Anemone, who was the cutest baby and is turning into the ugliest sheep:

Eh. As long as her fiber is nice who cares?
We had one incident where Apricot was crying piteously and appeared to be blind and disoriented, though otherwise still in perfect health. Though I have no freaking idea what caused it, she did recover fully and additionally developed a further fear and aversion of me since I had to catch her and give her injections. I was fearful of sheep polio, though she exhibited only one symptom. We’re very glad she recuperated quickly as she’s a cute little thing and I didn’t want to put her down. Another incident involved a complete and total jail break. A neighbor stopped by at 10 pm to let me know my llamas were running down the highway. As it turned out, all animals had left the pasture through a gate that hadn’t been adequately latched. Luckily the people stuck around and helped me round them up, though the llamas were annoyed to be curtailed in their late night raid of the neighbor’s garden. Ouach wouldn’t be caught, but he at least followed all the other animals home. The sheep were merely waiting for someone to open a gate so they could pass through it again. For them, it’s about walking through gates, not the destination. I can’t tell you how grateful I am that someone stopped to tell me and that everyone was safely and quickly recovered. And that my neighbor wasn’t mad about the trampling and munching of his vegetables. Somehow I don’t think I’m missing a lot by not having children. The lady into whose hands I thrust leads full of llama as I caught them was quite shocked but handled herself well. She referred to them as “those things”, so I appreciate her all the more for doing it even though her hair might have been standing on end.
I don’t knit much when I’m stressed out, and lately I’ve been a bit on the worried side about things I don’t care to discuss at the moment. I’m working on Hyrna and though I’ve ripped it once it’s now going fairly well. I just don’t knit every day anymore and I haven’t touched my wheel in several weeks. My head clearing activity in warmer months is gardening and I’ve been hard at work out there. The area around the little pond is beginning to come to life and there are seven fish in my pond who will come to the top and look at me when I can tolerate the heat enough to sit on the bench out there. I didn’t name any of these fish this time. Slip and Slip joined SKPO in the fish pond in the sky just days before the weather warmed up enough for them to go back outside to live in a bigger, sunnier place. One of my new fish is a little sliver and black koi who swims really fast and likes to jump. I was thinking of naming that one Addi, but it hasn’t stuck yet.

All right, I’ll see you when I see you. It’s the best I can manage right now unfortunately. I’ve gotten several emails from people wondering what became of me so I knew it was time to poke my head in. Rest assured, it’s not just blog silence, I haven’t been to knitting group in months, either, because gas is way too expensive to make the trip down and my one day off a week where I could go is filled with desperate and fruitless attempts to catch up on chores. I’m MIA all around!