So, I finished copying all of our music to my new ipod this weekend, after more than a week of slavish tending.  Sheesh, what a pain.   I discovered that a few of our discs grew wings, which wasn’t much of a surprise.   Still, losing four out of 800 or so isn’t so bad.  And none of the stuff that ran off will be hard to replace.   What will be tough?  Arranging the myriad playlists I now need to construct so the 40 gig of music I just pumped into my new toy is really accessible.   

And I sifted through hundreds of Potomac Celtic Festival related emails to make sure I’m ready for this coming weekend.  Which you should spend at the Potomac Celtic Festival if you can. 

And we met the Yorks’s new chooks.  Someone stole all of their pullets right out of their coop.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that happening before in this area.  Anyway, the new chicks came from a school in the area, and they’re putting on weight pretty quickly and trying not to look too delicious.

And we got to see the Woodshedders and Furnace Mountain String Band out at Beans in the Belfry over Memorial Day Weekend.  What a hoot.  Dami and her family, and Mike and Tara, and a bunch of their tune-head pals were there too. Both bands sounded great, and there was a fair amount of decent clogging space.  A couple of people talked to me about giving lessons, but they all lived out near Brunswick, and thus outside of an area I’d be willing to drive to regularly to teach.  Man, the exurbs sure are big.

And some knitting happened.  I don’t want to jinx myself, but it looks like the blanket is nearing its final size.  Which is good news for my friend Elizabeth, because she is also making a blanket with leftover sock yarn, and she called dibs on whatever I don’t use.  And since she taught me to really darn socks well, her "dibs" holds water.

And we got to have Zoie and Rooney stay with us for several days while Mike and Tara were at Graves.  Rooney can fold up smaller than any dog I’ve ever met.  I think that’s the only thing Kayo doesn’t like about the pup–dogs that fold up small can wiggle between me and Kayo, and Kayo does not approve.  Still, all three dogs and both people had a great time.  Speedwell decided that Rooney was his employee, and Yarrow, surprise surprise, turned into a total scaredy-cat for the first few days.  I guess the big bad cat isn’t so bad after all. 

I tried to take a bunch of photos, but my digital camera doesn’t reach the speeds I need for these dogs.  They’re fast dogs.  Rooney is the pointer, and Zoie has her back to us: she’s a boxer/lab mix, and one of the sweetest dogs on the face of the planet.  They rarely look like this, though. 

They generally look like this:

Champion wigglers, both.  Kayo, meanwhile, remains serene in his goofiness.

And now that the extra dogs are gone, Yarrow is a holy terror, I miss the other dogs, and Kayo is negotiating for an increase in his bone allotment.

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