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Monday, May 15, 2006

Where the Unicorns Went

There are several myths involving the lack of unicorns on the earth, some of them involving Noah's ark. Apparently, either the unicorns got left off accidentally in the rush, were intentionally left off in a jealous rage, or were kicked off the ark for arrogance.

However it came to pass, I did a lot of thinking of Noah's ark this weekend.

Why? I was in New Hampshire this weekend (their state motto listed slightly adapted in this bumper sticker)

It rained a lot this weekend.

A lot.

Really, really, truly, a lot.

A lot as in that was a stretch of dirt less than twenty four hours before I took that photo.


I was there for the New Hampshire Sheep and Wool Festival, functioning as a shivering and wimpy Booth Babe for Spirit Trail Fiberworks. It was her first year at the festival, and most of the folks who came by swore that this was highly unusual weather for the area. I suspect they were suffering from the same kind of memory loss that allows women to have more than one child.

Why else would the other New Hampshir--ians? ites? New Hampsters? say it was like this every year???

I did see sheep (and llamas and alpacas, and even sheep dogs) but it was way too rainy (flood watches all over New England) and cold (around 40 degrees or so, pretty bitter when you're wet and can't go inside) to really enjoy them.


At one point I made a desparate dash to the bathrooms across the fairgrounds. Dripping wet and shivering, I heard someone yell
AAAMMMIIIIEEEEE
I nearly kept going, because who on earth knows me in New Hampshire?

But something made me turn and look, and there was Boogie along with Bitty Boogie (Baby Boogie smartly stayed home with their Boogie Buck, the husbeast)


So I got to spend a tiny bit of time with her, and then it was back to work. And back to the rain.

Did I mention that it rained?

Because the shot up there, taken at a slightly different angle (the tree in the right of that photo is to the left in this one) the next morning looked like this:
That dry spot at the corner there is inside the barn. The boys were going from one barn to the next using folding chairs. Yes, those are standard folding chairs, and yes, that's water up nearly to the seats of the chairs.

So yeah, a bit of rain.

And if ever I doubted the hardiness of New Englanders, this solidified it for me:
Moderate.

Fire danger is moderate.

That dam in the background was about four feet lower when we arrived Friday night.



Anyone else get a little queasy thinking about what it would take for them to bring that down to "low"?

17 Comments:

Blogger Mama -E said...

welcome home sister!

6:19 PM  
Blogger krisknits2 said...

If the worst flooding in upteen years only lowers the fire risk to low, then I'm staying in Wisconsin! Glad you didn't drown.

BTW - I finished another sock.

7:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Honey! Get warm, stay dry! Have Oscar sit on your feet, tuck Trevor in on the right and Aslan in on the left under a heated blankie.

Lots of Love
Happy Mother's Day
Your Nieces Emma and Gracie
(oh, and Mom too)

8:12 PM  
Blogger Bess said...

Looks like it ought to be the New Hampshire Fin & Tail Festival. Glad you got home okay.

6:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Is the sock ticker right? It was at 1773 or something just a day or so ago.
sallyjo

7:53 AM  
Blogger Amy Boogie said...

OMG - I've never been before and I'm sort of glad they told me I couldn't have a booth there. haha. I was cranky after one day in the rain :)

I'm glad I got to see you guys. I swear we have better weather for the Maine frolic.

Low is when all flamable stuff is completely submerged.

8:26 AM  
Blogger ielle said...

All the water, all that wool... I imagine the smell was not so great ;) I wish we had a nice wool festival like that (um minus the rain, we've had enough of that around here lately) Great blog BTW :)

12:04 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

Good heavens, you must still be pruney!!

Finished another sock!

12:08 PM  
Blogger EvaLux said...

LOL that reminds me off when I was in NH in 2002... we were hit by the tail of hurrican Ivan (I think) and the water was coming out of the sky as if there was no tomorrow and indeed it said everywhere that the fire danger was moderate LOL. I thought they'd forgotten to change the boards, but I guess that is the normal state of things hahahaha.

Pity the weather was so horrible...

Cheers Eva

1:16 PM  
Blogger Angela said...

Yikes! But don't you love having stories and pictures like that to share?

I've (finally) finished 2 socks :)

3:16 PM  
Blogger Knittinreed said...

Great post - so glad you didn't float away! Despite the ever-rising waters, it looks like you had a good time. Hope the rain stops and all you NorthEasterners dry out!
And thank you for the sock ticker - that was such a cool idea! It is amazing how many we have all knit!

3:57 PM  
Blogger Shell said...

Ha! Looks like the scenery in Alberta, Canada last year. It still sounds like you had fun. And so long as no fibre producing animals were washed away, all seem well.

10:48 PM  
Blogger Teri said...

Brrrr, just reading about it made me shiver.

Please add one sock to the total; I've completed the first anklet of a pair. First time I used a picot edge!

1:00 AM  
Blogger Kadiddly said...

well, it looks like the sheep were happy and warm and dry, at any rate! =)

Sorry the weather was so sad, but glad you were able to meet up with friends and get home safely!

3:18 AM  
Blogger DianeS said...

I was a bit jealous that NH is bit further than I wanted to drive with the gas prices, but I'm OK with that now!

At any rate, you can add 3 pair of socks to your counter.

9:37 AM  
Blogger Liz said...

Sounds like you had a fun and soggy weekend!

Add a sock for me!

9:07 PM  
Anonymous Rob said...

Amie, your pictures really bring home the rain situation in New England. And... add two socks to the total from me!

9:54 PM  

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