There seems to be a lot of discussion about social networking these days. The movie “The Social Network,” about the founding of Facebook by wunderkind and now billionaire Mark Zuckerman is garnering very positive reviews. (We saw it a couple of weeks ago and would give it 4 Penguins, no question asked / I am reading the book Accidental Billionaire right now too.) It is a #hashtag topic, with pros and cons and conflicts and confidentiality being discussed in all manners of the media, from CNN to internet blogs, from Facebook to Twitter. Our family actually had a discussion about the seeming demise of Facebook and what might replace it. You could tell that there was going to be problems in Facebook’s future when the internet meme “my mother’s on Facebook” became such an indictment. As you might guess, this influx of adults has the kids all tied up in knots. Well, a few weeks ago I experienced what might be the real essence of the value of Facebook to all of its 500 MILLION followers – wedding pictures!
We went to a wedding a couple of Saturdays ago, It was at 2 pm. The reception at 6pm was at an aquarium, some 2 hours away. The families of these people are far flung including us in New England as well as North Carolina, Florida and Belgium, among other places.
In the old days, what this meant was that after the film was printed, maybe a second set was made and sent to someone, or you waited until the next big family event to look at the photographs. It could be months easily and I have looked at wedding photos for the first time two years after a wedding took place.
Beside the lack of timeliness in this process. you are looking at only a small selection of photos taken. What about the ones Aunt Mabel took? Didn’t anyone get a picture of Uncle Pete with the lampshade on his head? Did you see that little kid steal the show on the dance floor? You get the idea, right?
Well Facebook has changed all this. As we were driving home from the wedding on Sunday, Mrsfabp turned to me and said something like “I wonder when we will get to see some photos of the wedding”. MollieJupiter, snickered and said they probably are already posted on Facebook and sure enough by 5 pm on Sunday, less that 24 hours after the reception, there were some 150 photographs posted by the family. By late that evening there were more than 300 and by the next day there were well over 500 pictures of the wedding and reception posted by a number of people.
Now this is something Facebook does well, sharing the information to all who might be interested. Plus now other people can be directed to the photos with a simple email link. All I can think is how much my dad would have loved being able to share the 500 photographs of clouds he took from the plane on the first trip we took to California when we were kids. Much easier than sitting through 17 Kodak Carousel Slide holders of the same pictures!
October 31, 2010
October 28, 2010
A Response...
A friend (I follow her blog and we are also Facebook friends, and I have written to her before and about her before. I never know how to categorize this type of relationship. I think of her as a friend…) wrote this blog post yesterday. At first I was simply going to write a reply to it but it had me thinking all morning so I thought that it became post worthy – Thanks Peggy for this “making me think” moment.
Peggy is an amputee like I am. I first started reading her blog a year ago because it provided a slice of life from a perspective that I enjoyed. She was not an amputee who is also a wife and mother and blogger, she is a productive, intelligent, caring person who happens to be an amputee. And she writes a very good blog about her experiences.
In her post on Wednesday, October 27, 2010, she talks about turning down a discount available to her due to her handicap. She says “I just don't feel comfortable accepting a reduced fare simply because I am an amputee. I am taking up the same amount of room as the bi-legged passengers and I am capable of paying for the fare. I see no reason why I should pay less for the same train ride, and accepting the discount would make me uncomfortable.” Later she adds “I am not against accepting other perks afforded to me because of my disability status. I will park in handicapped parking and I will utilize the "fast pass" at amusement parks to bypass the lines for rides. “
I understand this perspective but thought I wanted to add my own two cents to the topic.
To me this is an economics issue. If I have learned only one thing from reading “Freakonomics” and “SuperFreakonomics” by Dubner & Levitt and several of Malcolm Gladwell’s books, it is that incentive is at the core of economics. The question really is “why would the transit system offer discounts to handicapped people?’ It is not just that they are being nice and treating their customer well. If that were the case, the trains would never be late, always be air conditioned in the summer and heated in the winter and have extra comfortable seats. No, they do it as an incentive to use the service. By the ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) laws, there are codes in place that make accessibility mandatory. They have to be there. The lower price then is a strong incentive to use it. The transit department wants to be seen as "user friendly", as caring for their users and this helps in that goal. The same is true for the amusement part being “handicapped friendly” They have to have ramps and hand rails and handicapped bathrooms. To treat someone with a handicap in a special way is an incentive to use the park and to be seen using the park you are being a walking advertisement for their “product”. Peggy mentioned a week or so ago about going to “Pumpkinville” which was not handicapped friendly at all. It was obvious to me when she wrote about it that it was not the type of place that I would want to go to. Her experience was a “disincentive” to say the least. She said she felt she would not return. The “Pumpkinville” loss is not only not getting money for her and her son’s admission as well as any treats and souvenirs that they might have bought but also the negative publicity, both written (in her blog) and implied to the people who might have seen her struggling in the park that day.
Really if you think about it, handicapped parking is an ADA law but the reality is that sufficient parking is an incentive to shop at that store. Even the availability of an in store scooter, is a positive incentive to go there. What about senior discounts? Sure it might be hard to admit to being of the appropriate age, but 10% off on Tuesdays is as good an incentive to eat in a restaurant as is the clam chowder.
My point is that these assists, discounts, special deals are just as good for the owner as the patron. I have no issue with using any and all available to me as I would offer complaints if they were not. I vote with my dollar.
Peggy is an amputee like I am. I first started reading her blog a year ago because it provided a slice of life from a perspective that I enjoyed. She was not an amputee who is also a wife and mother and blogger, she is a productive, intelligent, caring person who happens to be an amputee. And she writes a very good blog about her experiences.
In her post on Wednesday, October 27, 2010, she talks about turning down a discount available to her due to her handicap. She says “I just don't feel comfortable accepting a reduced fare simply because I am an amputee. I am taking up the same amount of room as the bi-legged passengers and I am capable of paying for the fare. I see no reason why I should pay less for the same train ride, and accepting the discount would make me uncomfortable.” Later she adds “I am not against accepting other perks afforded to me because of my disability status. I will park in handicapped parking and I will utilize the "fast pass" at amusement parks to bypass the lines for rides. “
I understand this perspective but thought I wanted to add my own two cents to the topic.
To me this is an economics issue. If I have learned only one thing from reading “Freakonomics” and “SuperFreakonomics” by Dubner & Levitt and several of Malcolm Gladwell’s books, it is that incentive is at the core of economics. The question really is “why would the transit system offer discounts to handicapped people?’ It is not just that they are being nice and treating their customer well. If that were the case, the trains would never be late, always be air conditioned in the summer and heated in the winter and have extra comfortable seats. No, they do it as an incentive to use the service. By the ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) laws, there are codes in place that make accessibility mandatory. They have to be there. The lower price then is a strong incentive to use it. The transit department wants to be seen as "user friendly", as caring for their users and this helps in that goal. The same is true for the amusement part being “handicapped friendly” They have to have ramps and hand rails and handicapped bathrooms. To treat someone with a handicap in a special way is an incentive to use the park and to be seen using the park you are being a walking advertisement for their “product”. Peggy mentioned a week or so ago about going to “Pumpkinville” which was not handicapped friendly at all. It was obvious to me when she wrote about it that it was not the type of place that I would want to go to. Her experience was a “disincentive” to say the least. She said she felt she would not return. The “Pumpkinville” loss is not only not getting money for her and her son’s admission as well as any treats and souvenirs that they might have bought but also the negative publicity, both written (in her blog) and implied to the people who might have seen her struggling in the park that day.
Really if you think about it, handicapped parking is an ADA law but the reality is that sufficient parking is an incentive to shop at that store. Even the availability of an in store scooter, is a positive incentive to go there. What about senior discounts? Sure it might be hard to admit to being of the appropriate age, but 10% off on Tuesdays is as good an incentive to eat in a restaurant as is the clam chowder.
My point is that these assists, discounts, special deals are just as good for the owner as the patron. I have no issue with using any and all available to me as I would offer complaints if they were not. I vote with my dollar.
October 27, 2010
The Canonical Penguin: Halloween on 215th street
As anyone with a few years on the old tires would tell you, Halloween is so different now then when we were kids some 40 years ago or so. It is one of those childhood memories that always brings smiles as we raise our eyes and struggle to remember what it was like way back then...
My first memories of Halloween we when we lived in the first house on 215th street, sometime between the ages of 6 and 12. I can remember being in our front room, by the front door, waiting for the costumed kids to make an appearance. At the younger age, we went out and trick-or-treated on our block with Halloween bags made of orange and black paper in costumes with masks that had been purchased at a local store. I do not remember specific costumes at that time, but think they were pretty generic – police man, cowboy, ghost. I do not remember ever trick-or-treating in a costume I had made.
When we were older in the 10 – 14 year age bracket, the fun became seeing just how much candy we could accumulate. We traveled blocks and blocks from our home and on at least one occasion went home, dumped our sacks – no more Halloween bags, now just pillow cases – and then went back out. At the end of the evening there was the “Big Trading Day” as each of my siblings and I sat on the floor behind a large pile of candy and traded to each other for the things we liked the best. After age 14, it was all about creating mischief, which for me included some shaving cream, toilet paper and a very occasionally an egg or two.
I only made a costume one time and that was as a adult for a party with many of the guys I went to college with at one of their homes. There was well over a hundred people there, many that I knew. I went as a Arab businessman with a briefcase and a kaffiyeh on my head and full robe. This was before the terrorists won. My girlfriend at the time (not the fabulous mrsfabp) was going to go as my interpreter, dressed in a woman’s business suit but chickened out and went as the Fruit of the Loom Grapes, purple balloons stuck onto a purple body suit. We got very drunk and had a great time.
In retrospect, Halloween was a fun then but not huge holiday like it has become today. Between Walmart and Hallmark, billions are spent on this holiday now every year.
My kids went out every year and I can remember taking MillieJupiter out at about 2 years old to watch the parade in town and hit up a couple of people we knew. I think she wore a bunny suit but I am sure someone will correct me on this. CollegeBoy did the same at that age but by then MJ was already 7 years old and hanging with some friends. We live in a rural area so we would drive to a nearby town where we lived first because it had a neighborhood to walk in and a “Parade of the Horribles” to watch.
One final note is that my favorite costumes my kids wore were ones we made with them. MJ was a hot air balloon and CB was a most incredible Waldo. I think we might have the pictures around. If I run across them, I will scan and post them.
(These are stories about things that actually happened with plenty of witnesses. It has passed from the apocryphal to canonical in nature. Wiki says of canon –“material that is considered to be "genuine", "something that actually happened", or can be directly referenced as material produced by the original author or creator.”)
My first memories of Halloween we when we lived in the first house on 215th street, sometime between the ages of 6 and 12. I can remember being in our front room, by the front door, waiting for the costumed kids to make an appearance. At the younger age, we went out and trick-or-treated on our block with Halloween bags made of orange and black paper in costumes with masks that had been purchased at a local store. I do not remember specific costumes at that time, but think they were pretty generic – police man, cowboy, ghost. I do not remember ever trick-or-treating in a costume I had made.
When we were older in the 10 – 14 year age bracket, the fun became seeing just how much candy we could accumulate. We traveled blocks and blocks from our home and on at least one occasion went home, dumped our sacks – no more Halloween bags, now just pillow cases – and then went back out. At the end of the evening there was the “Big Trading Day” as each of my siblings and I sat on the floor behind a large pile of candy and traded to each other for the things we liked the best. After age 14, it was all about creating mischief, which for me included some shaving cream, toilet paper and a very occasionally an egg or two.
I only made a costume one time and that was as a adult for a party with many of the guys I went to college with at one of their homes. There was well over a hundred people there, many that I knew. I went as a Arab businessman with a briefcase and a kaffiyeh on my head and full robe. This was before the terrorists won. My girlfriend at the time (not the fabulous mrsfabp) was going to go as my interpreter, dressed in a woman’s business suit but chickened out and went as the Fruit of the Loom Grapes, purple balloons stuck onto a purple body suit. We got very drunk and had a great time.
In retrospect, Halloween was a fun then but not huge holiday like it has become today. Between Walmart and Hallmark, billions are spent on this holiday now every year.
My kids went out every year and I can remember taking MillieJupiter out at about 2 years old to watch the parade in town and hit up a couple of people we knew. I think she wore a bunny suit but I am sure someone will correct me on this. CollegeBoy did the same at that age but by then MJ was already 7 years old and hanging with some friends. We live in a rural area so we would drive to a nearby town where we lived first because it had a neighborhood to walk in and a “Parade of the Horribles” to watch.
One final note is that my favorite costumes my kids wore were ones we made with them. MJ was a hot air balloon and CB was a most incredible Waldo. I think we might have the pictures around. If I run across them, I will scan and post them.
(These are stories about things that actually happened with plenty of witnesses. It has passed from the apocryphal to canonical in nature. Wiki says of canon –“material that is considered to be "genuine", "something that actually happened", or can be directly referenced as material produced by the original author or creator.”)
October 24, 2010
I’m Going to Mars!
Yes, you read that right, T Fab P, The Fabulous Penguin is going to Mars!
I ran across a note in Reddit (what a great social networking/news aggregator site) that pointed to another website, for the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California. There you can read about and actually watch the building of the next Mars Rover, slated to go into space in 2011. On this page you can fill in your information and your name will be included with others on a microchip on the Mars Science Laboratory rover. I quickly filled it in for myself and became one of the 90,000 or so that have done this. I am going to Mars!
(click pictures to embiggen!)
Don’t stop there however, as the JPL website offers a myriad of things to do and ways to remain informed. There are twitter links, a live cam to watch progress on the building of the rover and an entire section dedicated to education with kids pages, student pages and teacher pages and resources. This is a wonderful place to go and lose yourself in the internet.
So, come and join me on Mars, send your name to be put on the rover microchip.
I ran across a note in Reddit (what a great social networking/news aggregator site) that pointed to another website, for the Jet Propulsion Laboratory in California. There you can read about and actually watch the building of the next Mars Rover, slated to go into space in 2011. On this page you can fill in your information and your name will be included with others on a microchip on the Mars Science Laboratory rover. I quickly filled it in for myself and became one of the 90,000 or so that have done this. I am going to Mars!
(click pictures to embiggen!)
Don’t stop there however, as the JPL website offers a myriad of things to do and ways to remain informed. There are twitter links, a live cam to watch progress on the building of the rover and an entire section dedicated to education with kids pages, student pages and teacher pages and resources. This is a wonderful place to go and lose yourself in the internet.
So, come and join me on Mars, send your name to be put on the rover microchip.
October 22, 2010
The Canonical Penguin: You Call That Food?
I recently read this article about a Manhattan artist who photographed a McDonalds Happy Meal every day for 6 months and documented that it had not significantly changed in that time nor had it showed any signs of decay or mold. This story became such an internet phenomenon, that the PR people of McDonald’s felt it necessary to make a press release saying that their food COULD in fact grow mold. When this is the basis of your advertizing scheme, I think you might be in trouble. It made Good Morning America and is well on its way to Internet Meme status.
We, it reminded me of a college incident that is hauntingly similar and blog worthy because of this, so here it is.
In my freshman year, as the first semester was winding down as finals were in progress, stress was at a high and people would do off beat things. There were basketball games at 3 am, bowling in the dorm corridors and way too many people up way to late. A guy I knew casually said he was going to go to a local fast food hamburger palace, The White Castle, about three miles away.
It was 1 am.
It was snowing outside with about 4-5 inches on the ground and another 2-3 inches expected.
He did not have a car but did have a bicycle and this was his chosen mode of transportation.
He took a bunch of orders, hopped on the bike and left. Yes, he braved the storm, rode the 6 miles round trip and returned with a sack of cold hamburgers. It took him almost 4 hours so he did not get back to the dorm until almost 5 am. Needless to say, most of the orderers were asleep but some were still up studying and so the toast-r-ovens were fired up all over the dorm. There was one burger left in its little cardboard box and it went unclaimed.
In the confusion of the next couple of days, heading into Christmas vacation, the little lonely burger stayed there, left on the desk of the guy who rode out to get them. When we returned from the winter break about a month later, he was inviting people into his room to see the “miracle.” The burger was totally unchanged. It looked exactly like it did, the night he bought it.
He decided to perform an experiment and placed the burger on top of his book shelf where it stayed for the entire spring semester. Every once in a while he would let people take a peek at it and triumphantly declare it free from any decay. It stayed there for a total of 5 months. No special treatment at all. At the end of this phenomenal run, it looked exactly as it did the first night except for one fact – the pickle slice had turned black. There was no mold, no decay, no breakdown whatsoever, except for the pickle.
I firmly believe that this lonely little burger earned the famous nickname that they were known for as we were growing up in NYC – “The Belly Bomber”
We, it reminded me of a college incident that is hauntingly similar and blog worthy because of this, so here it is.
In my freshman year, as the first semester was winding down as finals were in progress, stress was at a high and people would do off beat things. There were basketball games at 3 am, bowling in the dorm corridors and way too many people up way to late. A guy I knew casually said he was going to go to a local fast food hamburger palace, The White Castle, about three miles away.
It was 1 am.
It was snowing outside with about 4-5 inches on the ground and another 2-3 inches expected.
He did not have a car but did have a bicycle and this was his chosen mode of transportation.
He took a bunch of orders, hopped on the bike and left. Yes, he braved the storm, rode the 6 miles round trip and returned with a sack of cold hamburgers. It took him almost 4 hours so he did not get back to the dorm until almost 5 am. Needless to say, most of the orderers were asleep but some were still up studying and so the toast-r-ovens were fired up all over the dorm. There was one burger left in its little cardboard box and it went unclaimed.
In the confusion of the next couple of days, heading into Christmas vacation, the little lonely burger stayed there, left on the desk of the guy who rode out to get them. When we returned from the winter break about a month later, he was inviting people into his room to see the “miracle.” The burger was totally unchanged. It looked exactly like it did, the night he bought it.
He decided to perform an experiment and placed the burger on top of his book shelf where it stayed for the entire spring semester. Every once in a while he would let people take a peek at it and triumphantly declare it free from any decay. It stayed there for a total of 5 months. No special treatment at all. At the end of this phenomenal run, it looked exactly as it did the first night except for one fact – the pickle slice had turned black. There was no mold, no decay, no breakdown whatsoever, except for the pickle.
I firmly believe that this lonely little burger earned the famous nickname that they were known for as we were growing up in NYC – “The Belly Bomber”
October 20, 2010
Is that a 30 foot derrick in your yard or are you just happy to see us?
So, the well failure is in its second week and we hired someone to do the job. He was recommended by a friend and he seemed like a nice guy. He was straight forward with us, was willing to get paid over several months and most importantly was willing to start as soon as the weather cooperated. After our Nor'easter on Friday, he was there bright and early Monday morning.
First some good news. He only needed to drill down about 300 feet. At $10 a foot, the less deep the better. There are wells in our neighborhood that go down 600 feet so we did get some luck here. He only needed 20 feet of cement casing down to bedrock. At $17 a foot, again we are lucky. Some wells in the area need 100 feet of casing or more.
Some more good news. He expects to have the trench dug for pipe, pipe installed, pump installed, water tested and a completion form submitted to the town today. Seems like a lot to get accomplished in one day but our desire for hot showers on demand, flushing toilets and attacking the dishes piled up in the sink begs, BEGS for optimism. However even if we have to wait another day, the end can be seen on the horizon. Again lucky in that the other driller we tried to hire, would not have even been here for another couple of weeks.
Now for the bad news. Total cost is somewhere around $6000. Its money we don't have but will figure out how to pay it off some way. It has been another bump in the road to Las Cruces, a large one; maybe even a pothole of sorts but this too shall pass. I am not going to let some hole beat us. We have endured!
(Click to embiggen. These are our cats, Millie on the left, Kanye on the right, playing on their new toy. Hopefully they will not be too disappointed when the DRILLMASTR 1600 leaves!)
October 18, 2010
THE Fair
In a world where special interests rule, I can think of only one group that rivals the NRA and AARP in both scope and conviction and that is KNITTERS! Well, this past weekend, the knitters of the world or at least the northeast corridor united in one of the greatest shows of strength in the field of textile arts or arts and crafts. Yes, this past weekend was the Rhinebeck Sheep and Wool Festival, also known in the Penguin household as KNITTERPALOOZA!
We attended back in 2004. I am sure of that. We were at the fair the weekend the NY Yankees beat the Red Sox in a blowout to take a commanding lead in the divisional series only to have the Red Sox come back to win that series. I prefer to remember it as the year of my first KNITTERPALOOZA.
It was marked with rows of vendors selling wool in all forms, from the raw product right off the sheep to knitted hats, scarves and sweaters. You could buy yarn as well as patterns and tools to complete anything from simple to complex projects. It was also a great place to people watch as the crowd was a mixture of extremes. There were young and old, hippie and upper crust cultured, female and male, straight and …in the round needle users (HA HA, you thought I was going to go there, didn’t you…) Yes, this was prime textile crafters heaven. I thought the 2004 Fair was big until we arrived for the 2010 funfest.
Yes, the rows of vendors were all around. The buildings were filled with product and demonstrations and raw materials and animals and their owners. It was a beautiful autumn day, a bit cold and windy but one that allowed many to show off their hand crafted hats and sweaters and scarves and bags and all the rest.
We met up with a friend, Laura, we had not seen for years. She gave up the corporate lifestyle of the Washington DC area to raise sheep and make yarn. We wandered around the fair, watched a boarder collie herding demonstration and sampled some fine fair food – overpriced as expected but still enjoyed in the cold air.
(A sample of the colorful yarns available)
(Beautiful autumn sky in upstate NY)
Only two comments left to make. The first was related to the exit from the fair. The parking situation was a mess, very confusing and we waited more that 45 minutes to advance like 50 feet down the main aisle of the lot. A woman, thought it was ok, to cut through the parking lot, zig zagging through the different lines of cars to get to the front of the line and she tried to enter by cutting in front of me. I did not allow her to do so, inching up so she could not get in. She rolled down her window and made a nasty comment. I rolled down my window and calmly told her she was wrong to do what she was trying to do…Nah, I rolled down my window and called her a very unladylike name. She shut up after that.
(A warning to the lazy sheep and lambs???)
The other comment – I remember commenting on this fact at the 2004 fair and again this year. The food areas are dotted with all the standard fair fare. You know dogs and sausage and burgers and pizza and ice cream and the like. But there also area food booths that sell things like lamb chile and lamb stew and lamb sausage and other similar eatables. It just leaves me to wondering if this is what happens to the sheep that are no longer able to produce the high quality wool any more. Our friend assured me that even old sheep make nice wool and this was not the case but I’m not so sure about this!
(You could be stew!)
I have attached a few photographs of the even, highlighting some of the sights there.I hope you enjoyed them!
(an obviously disinterested alpaca, there was no alpaca soup there!)
We attended back in 2004. I am sure of that. We were at the fair the weekend the NY Yankees beat the Red Sox in a blowout to take a commanding lead in the divisional series only to have the Red Sox come back to win that series. I prefer to remember it as the year of my first KNITTERPALOOZA.
It was marked with rows of vendors selling wool in all forms, from the raw product right off the sheep to knitted hats, scarves and sweaters. You could buy yarn as well as patterns and tools to complete anything from simple to complex projects. It was also a great place to people watch as the crowd was a mixture of extremes. There were young and old, hippie and upper crust cultured, female and male, straight and …in the round needle users (HA HA, you thought I was going to go there, didn’t you…) Yes, this was prime textile crafters heaven. I thought the 2004 Fair was big until we arrived for the 2010 funfest.
Yes, the rows of vendors were all around. The buildings were filled with product and demonstrations and raw materials and animals and their owners. It was a beautiful autumn day, a bit cold and windy but one that allowed many to show off their hand crafted hats and sweaters and scarves and bags and all the rest.
We met up with a friend, Laura, we had not seen for years. She gave up the corporate lifestyle of the Washington DC area to raise sheep and make yarn. We wandered around the fair, watched a boarder collie herding demonstration and sampled some fine fair food – overpriced as expected but still enjoyed in the cold air.
(A sample of the colorful yarns available)
(Beautiful autumn sky in upstate NY)
Only two comments left to make. The first was related to the exit from the fair. The parking situation was a mess, very confusing and we waited more that 45 minutes to advance like 50 feet down the main aisle of the lot. A woman, thought it was ok, to cut through the parking lot, zig zagging through the different lines of cars to get to the front of the line and she tried to enter by cutting in front of me. I did not allow her to do so, inching up so she could not get in. She rolled down her window and made a nasty comment. I rolled down my window and calmly told her she was wrong to do what she was trying to do…Nah, I rolled down my window and called her a very unladylike name. She shut up after that.
(A warning to the lazy sheep and lambs???)
The other comment – I remember commenting on this fact at the 2004 fair and again this year. The food areas are dotted with all the standard fair fare. You know dogs and sausage and burgers and pizza and ice cream and the like. But there also area food booths that sell things like lamb chile and lamb stew and lamb sausage and other similar eatables. It just leaves me to wondering if this is what happens to the sheep that are no longer able to produce the high quality wool any more. Our friend assured me that even old sheep make nice wool and this was not the case but I’m not so sure about this!
(You could be stew!)
I have attached a few photographs of the even, highlighting some of the sights there.I hope you enjoyed them!
(an obviously disinterested alpaca, there was no alpaca soup there!)
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