So yesterday morning I got up and drove over to my friend's house. A friend of her friend's daughter had a dad who died and the daughter is living in that house and the daughter's friend sold her (us, not the daughter) this pottery equipment because she wants to make stuff to raise money for the animal rescue she and her other friend run. They have an actual animal rescue charitable institution.
I, in a different life ran a pottery and art gallery. It has been my great honor to volunteer for(? get sucked into the vortex of ?) the job of teaching whoever how to throw pots, to make stuff, to decide if the kiln is going to be worth the trouble, select pottery tools, etcetera etcetera etcetera. And driving us to Omaha. Because I'm so nice. It was a good time of day to be driving. I'm not a big driver to begin with but I did very well.
While we were in Omaha we also went to lunch and the Goodwill. Their Goodwill was okay but nothing really blew my skirt up, so I spent $0. Then we came home. Did I mention I drove? I nearly ran out of gas. It was okay though. Everything was fine. I am still exhausted. Then we went to the place where all the pottery equipment will be in use, which is also a kitty sanctuary?
Here is a picture of my kitty. In the sewing basket.
I brought home some cat-mint from the kitty lady's house
and wow, did she ever enjoy that today.
The people who own the house, other house (which is a kitty house), and garage with kitties and pottery equipment storage, blah blah blah have 13 dogs, some-odd (12?) cats, two horses. Oh and a goat. Okay I love dogs. So I was peering over the fence in their large beautifully manicured lawn as this collection of teensy doggies ran around. Papillon, Chi-wow-wows, Miniature Pinscher, a few other little darlings.
I was standing there minding my own business, mostly on my side of the fence, and this medium sized dog launched herself into the air with no warning, and bopped me right in the eyebrow with her forehead, or her nose, or some hard part of her body. Either I bit my lip or she bumped my lip with one of her teeth, but there was no blood. Just this alarming head-butt sensation. Ouch! Painful. So this morning I was eager to see if I had a black eye but it actually appears I only have this big red blob on the top of my eyelid. There was some slight blue-ish to the side of my eye but it appears to be gone. Ugh, though. It feels like my eye and sinuses are all stuffy. That could be from excessive dust/cat/dog exposure though. Who cares. I am fine and I have this great story about getting head-butted by a dog.
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Too bad about the eye but if it had been a spectacular shiner you would have posted a picture and that would have been amusing. See that is how I am taking amusement from other people's black eye.
Did you approve the kiln?
If the kiln works (we still need to plug it in) I think it's a fine deal. Right now I'm not sure because some of the elements are sort of hanging out and I'd need to do some research on how much it would cost to get replacement elements.
It could still turn out spectacular, my mother reports sometimes black eyes take days to develop into their full splendor.
did you adopt the goat-dog? or am i confused and the dog is not part of the animal rescue mission?
baah ram ewe...wouldn't it rock if that were my word verification? it's really just racks...like racks of lamb? they could also head butt you.
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