A friend left me a voice mail on Thursday morning asking what I was up to on Saturday, as she had a 'fun field trip' planned and thought I might like to tag along. Over the course of some phone tag, all I was able to learn was that the field trip would involved livestock.
Naturally, that got my attention.
We finally were able to get one another on the phone on Friday late morning when all was revealed to me.
The Sixth Annual Maine Fiber Frolic was this weekend. She, an avid weaver (and thus an avid user of fiber), wanted to go and thought I might appreciate the chance to get out of the city since, not having a car, I'm pretty well bound by the confines of the peninsula and it gets really small really quickly (something, I think I've mentioned once or twice before...).
We planned to leave town about 10 to head north to Augusta--our fair state's capital--and then slightly east, for a drive of a little over an hour. We hit a snag with that plan when I realised that England's first World Cup game was this morning and 9 and wouldn't finish until about 11. (I'm secretly a fairly big international soccer fan. Not so secret anymore...)
So, we left after the match. Decent match, by the way. England won 1-0 against Paraguay.
I introduced my friend to the joy of Wait, Wait...Don't Tell Me during the drive up. And then we caught up and she told me a few tales of her recent drive cross-country. I'm sure that there are many, many more but I may need to get her and her partner in crime together in one place and supply alcohol to loosen their tongues in order to hear them all.
The weather today was rather blah. As it has been for the most part since the beginning of May. We're all very ready for it not to rain anymore.
At the turn onto the road to the fairgrounds, there was a general store. I took a picture of their sign. I'm not sure how well you can read it, but it says 'Guns. Wedding Gowns. Cold Beer.' Rural Maine at its finest.
And then there was this goat, who, well, you can figure out what he's doing probably. Remember, goats have horns.
There were also sheep, llamas, alpacas, boarder collie demonstrations, and, of course, yummy food (there was a place selling lamb!...) I had THE BEST strawberry rhubarb pie, definitely the highlight of the day, aside from buying some new massage oil--'Mountain Mint' mmm--which, granted, has nothing to do with fiber, although the woman was also selling goat milk soap along with her herbal salves and such, and had pictures of her goats.
Then I came home and took a nap and had some dinner and now I'm sitting at Casco Bay Books, which is going quickly to become my home away from home again because I think my neighbours have caught on to the fact that I was stealing their internet and have cut me off. Ah well. It'll maybe keep me out of trouble more without internet access? Doubt it but it'll at least keep me from sitting at home on my ass all the time!
Back to work tomorrow. Next weekend, Southern Maine Pride. I'm going to try not to be twenty minutes late for the parade this year and maybe I'll actually catch it.
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