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Yesterday was uneven but ultimately good. Breakfast was oatmeal with
blueberries and granola, and a scone, and I ate too much too fast and
whipped up a series of nauseated panic attacks. I was okay enough by 11 to
go out for a walk, and we visited the Irish imports store also run by the
innkeepers and had a nice long chat about how they wound up choosing this
place, and about Irish politics. Went to the used bookstore and picked up a
detailed needlework manual, something for P, and several woodworking books
on toolmaking and old houses. Back at the room we did the crossword, and
then P left for his solo adventure to pick up an ebay purchase— a
treadle-powered sharpening wheel slated for installation at the teaching
garden for sharpening shovels and other tools. I hung out and smacked
intermittently, went for another wander through a gift shop or two, then
headed down to the fairgrounds. Fleece judging was listed on the event
schedule, but it turns out that very few people ever come, and those that
do are usually shepherds with fleeces in the show. Not knowing this I felt
pretty awkward to find no audience provisions and what was clearly a judges
meeting, but I spoke with a couple volunteers who were putting away
paperwork and got straightened out. They did a new thing this year where
about half a dozen handspinners took a six month training course in fleece
judging, and this was their first real show (they did a mock one last week
with some ringer “problem” fleeces to make sure nothing egregious got past
them). I was the only spinner who showed up to watch, but a couple of
shepherds came too — one raises Shetlands and Icelandics, and the other
Jacobs. I swung back and forth between picking people’s brains, talking
about what I like in a fleece/what matters and what doesn’t, and feeling
overwhelmed and just listening. The judging was quiet, and decentralized,
and both more and less involved than I anticipated — none of the fleeces
were unrolled, but they all test-washed a few locks of each fleece! With a
spray bottle of water and some Dawn, very clever. I didn’t stay till the
end since I got hungry and P had come back from getting the sharpener, but
it was quite educational regardless. Would do again!
P picked up a sandwich for dinner and I had more K-kibble (this year it’s
Kix, raisins, banana chips, sunflower seeds, and pumpkin seeds), then we
played an excellent game of scrabble (>600 points group score!) and went to
bed.
Yesterday was uneven but ultimately good. Breakfast was oatmeal with
blueberries and granola, and a scone, and I ate too much too fast and
whipped up a series of nauseated panic attacks. I was okay enough by 11 to
go out for a walk, and we visited the Irish imports store also run by the
innkeepers and had a nice long chat about how they wound up choosing this
place, and about Irish politics. Went to the used bookstore and picked up a
detailed needlework manual, something for P, and several woodworking books
on toolmaking and old houses. Back at the room we did the crossword, and
then P left for his solo adventure to pick up an ebay purchase— a
treadle-powered sharpening wheel slated for installation at the teaching
garden for sharpening shovels and other tools. I hung out and smacked
intermittently, went for another wander through a gift shop or two, then
headed down to the fairgrounds. Fleece judging was listed on the event
schedule, but it turns out that very few people ever come, and those that
do are usually shepherds with fleeces in the show. Not knowing this I felt
pretty awkward to find no audience provisions and what was clearly a judges
meeting, but I spoke with a couple volunteers who were putting away
paperwork and got straightened out. They did a new thing this year where
about half a dozen handspinners took a six month training course in fleece
judging, and this was their first real show (they did a mock one last week
with some ringer “problem” fleeces to make sure nothing egregious got past
them). I was the only spinner who showed up to watch, but a couple of
shepherds came too — one raises Shetlands and Icelandics, and the other
Jacobs. I swung back and forth between picking people’s brains, talking
about what I like in a fleece/what matters and what doesn’t, and feeling
overwhelmed and just listening. The judging was quiet, and decentralized,
and both more and less involved than I anticipated — none of the fleeces
were unrolled, but they all test-washed a few locks of each fleece! With a
spray bottle of water and some Dawn, very clever. I didn’t stay till the
end since I got hungry and P had come back from getting the sharpener, but
it was quite educational regardless. Would do again!
P picked up a sandwich for dinner and I had more K-kibble (this year it’s
Kix, raisins, banana chips, sunflower seeds, and pumpkin seeds), then we
played an excellent game of scrabble (>600 points group score!) and went to
bed.
