This photo pretty much sums up the whole weekend:

A bunch of wackos in New Rocks, and then normal people with sheep doing their thing. Yep.

The sheep were pretty awesome. There was one with four horns, several giant ones being wrangled by some not so large girls, and one that growled like the most bad-ass black metal singer. Daven growled at that one. He did a pretty decent impersonation, minus the big, weird purple tongue (on the sheep, not on Daven). We met up with Dave and his lady (who is pretty neat), and ate lots of carnival-type food. I felt a little guilty eating lamb at a sheep festival, but only a little.

And we also discovered that llamas are (1) just as mean as we thought, and (2) the distant cousins of tauntauns, or at least they sound the same. We looked at cute alpacas

(who knew?) and bought fiber-related things. I bought some natural-dyed wool, which although scratchy, is spinning up pretty nicely. I owe this in large part to the high-whorl spindle I bought, which is much easier for me to use than my other spindle. So easy, in fact, that I picked it up, spun with it a little, and bought it on the spot. Impulsive? Me? No. I also did not buy two skeins of awesome sock yarn on impulse, either.

Daven was popular and helpful:

And there was a yurt! (It was felted):

Here are all the purchases (sorry for the low quality; the flash on my camera is utterly uncooperative):

On Sunday evening I went to visit the parents-in-law, and got some cheap movies at the opening of a store that the brother-in-law has been working at. Afterward we went into downtown Baltimore and ate dinner at a lovely Afghani restaurant

On the way up and back, Jennie and I talked about stuff to such and extent that a book on tape was unnecessary. I’m a little farther with my novel than I was, and it apparently doesn’t suck.

Today I’m watching all of the X-Men movies over again. We saw Wolverine on Sunday, and I needed some more. Funny – I never did like Wolverine much before Hugh Jackman played him. I can’t imagine why.