The God Of Simple Shepherds

The dental woes continue.  I ended up having to drive to the "big city" almost an hour away yesterday for a fit-in lunchtime appointment.  They took a couple looks at me and passed me off to a specialist.  Who was kind enough to fit me in that day...but at the end of the day. 

But wait, let's back up a few hours.  The person I'd woven the throw for was planning on coming out to pick it up yesterday morning.  I called her to say I'd just have to leave it inside the door for her as I had an emergency dental appointment scheduled at a dentist at Hamburg ("the largest shopping and dining area in Central Kentucky") and was going to have to leave immediately to get there in time.

"That's where I live.  I could throw a rock at Hamburg!  Can you bring it with you?"  Of course!

So, now I'm sitting in a dentist chair (one of my least favorite places to be), not on my farm (one of my favorite places to be), in the "big city" (not one of my favorite places) at a mega huge shopping center (a place I avoid like the plague) and they're telling me I'm going to have to hang out here for 4 1/2 hours before an (oh joy) emergency root canal.

It's too far to go home and come back.

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Okay, well, I'll get some lunch and drop off the throw and then I guess I'll run to the bookstore and try to amuse myself for while.  I called Nancy to let her know I was on the way and mentioned I had my camera with me in case she'd like me to take a picture of the throw with the sheep it came from.  The throw is to be a Christmas gift for her mother.

"Oh great!  They just got back.  Kathy (from Lamb Camp fame) is here dropping them off (from being at her farm getting bred) and picking up a ram."  This is just not the sort of conversation you expect to be having with someone who "lives at Hamburg".  And here I was, the country mouse, scared all alone in the big city, facing a horrid afternoon, finding myself five minutes away from a good friend, surrounded by sheep.

I didn't really know what to expect.  I only knew Nancy casually, but she raises a lot of Kathy's bottle lambs...  Let me just say, if I pull up to your house and you have a roll bale on your tennis court with two adorable donkeys and a group of old retired sheep chomping down?  That throw has a good home :-D.

Two big galloofing happy guard dogs :-D.

The throw girls - we used the fleeces from the ones in front and back.  That's their mother in the middle I think.

Everyone checking it out.  That sheep climbing up to get a better look just cracks me up :-D.

Look at that face on the right.  "Bleck, colored wool.  She should have used my white wool!"

"Don't listen to her.  I think it looks pretty."

The retirement field has its own retired dog.

And a funny faced old wether :-).

Love the speckled noses!

Going out to check on her sheep.  Do you see both dogs?

Look at this funny face :-D.

And this pretty one.

"Eat your heart out Ramsey and Emma."  ;-)

And horses!

And that's not all.  There were sheep everywhere!  The Border Collie puppy had "herded" a couple of them ;-).

In the dining room.   Do you see the carolers?

And this room didn't have any more sheep than any of the other rooms.

Everywhere. 

And this?  Not her house, but a room in her doll house.

The dining room, complete with miniature Hadley pottery plates of horses and sheep! 

 

Even the miniature cradle has sheep pillows!!!

I could have taken 100 pictures and you'd still not seen all the sheep.  It was fabulous.  Where was the one place I wanted/needed to be as I was sitting there in the dentist chair?  I spent my afternoon as near to that place as I possibly could.  

Amen.