They pulled it off.  The umpteenth Potomac Celtic Festival happened on Saturday on the other side of Morven Equestrian Center.  The weather was beautiful.  The turn-out seemed good.  Jinann, Jayme, and Janet came out to teach spinning.  We had a good turn out in Living History.  I did relatively little work.  We got to perform for some really charming people.  It was wonderful.  I’ll say more when I get some sleep and dig out the camera.

Kayo had a tough weekend though–he seems to have injured his shoulder Saturday night on the way back in from his walk.  So one trip to the emergency vet Sunday morning, and another trip to his regular vet coming tomorrow, and fingers crossed that it’s nothing more than a strain.  He’s really frustrated that we won’t play fetch or take him to the park, so I think it’s not that painful. 

We also finally beat our not-all-that-old dishwasher to death, so a new one must be acquired.  Grumble grumble.  I can think of better things to spend money on, my oh my.  But the new one will work, and it will not smell, and it will be here in time for the weekend.

I think I’m also nearing the end of the sockyarn blanket.  I have either three or ten more squares to go, depending on whether or not I decide to add another row, and then lots and lots of edging.  I need to start a more interesting project soon so I don’t turn against knitting.

I’d write more, but John Hartford just popped up on my tv.   God I miss that guy.  And I hate cancer–remind me to trap it in an alley and beat it to death . . .  Back to the knitting and the tunes. 

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