Seeing what others have been doing with our mutual love of spinning and yarn is a real boost to creativity. I had forgotten than I didn’t attend last year since a group of us had just returned days prior from a trip to Scotland. I was both travel-weary and unorganized.
So it was doubly good to see faces I hadn’t seen for two years. Several are asking for a retreat here in Moab, and I have hosted them before, but I was much younger then and had a whole lot more energy.
At a retreat, as with most any gathering of people and things, items get misplaced. Such was the case when I came upon a bobbin that doesn’t fit any of my spinning wheels and, therefore, is not my bobbin. How did it happen to come home with me? Well, a friend, who flew into Salt Lake City rather than drive, had borrowed a wheel from another friend, and was having trouble with its performance. She borrowed yet another wheel and needed to wind off what she had gotten spun on the first to a bobbin which fit the second. For that purpose, I lent her my Lazy Kate, with which to hold the first bobbin. She returned the Kate to me, but with the first bobbin still attached. Going backward mentally, I concluded who owns the thing, and I will put it in the mail to her this week. Convoluted? Such is life.
I have been complaining about mice in the house and promising to get a cat when I got back from retreat. So Monday I went up to the Humane Society to see what they had. They had littermates, a brother and sister, and others. Since the littermates had been born a little wild, I took the female home and immediately went back and got her brother. Boy, do they have fun together. Mr. March is somewhat nonplussed, but he’ll get over that. After all, he gets to sleep on my bed, and they don’t.
The second day they were in residence here, they got their first mouse. Didn’t seem to know how to demise it, so I flushed it down. This morning when I went to the kitchen to feed the kittens, one had another mouse, and seemed to know what he was doing, so I left him to it. Since the mouse he had caught was still complete with tail, and since there was a mouse tail on the floor nearby, I am assuming that the count is three mice downed by two six-month old kitten/cats, and likely a bunch more to go.
These teenage cats still have to go out to the vet’s for their rabies shots, a chore for later today. But they are sure earning their keep.