Alpacas

Today (Sunday, October 8) we visited the mighty alpaca-farm (Alpaca).
They have been here for some time — and every year they hold an alpaca display.
Linda has always wanted to visit this; and I was willing too since it’s pictures for the dreaded famblee-site.
As always, we had to wedge the visit among all the other duties: e.g. 1) take the doggies to the so-called elitist country-club — which shoots the entire morning; 2) take a shower after the park — 30 minutes; 3) eat breakfast — about 40 minutes; 4) take a nap — about an hour; 4) buy gas for the bucktooth-bathtub on the way to Weggers; and 5) go to Weggers, since I’m out of bananas, and had planned to go today (instead of tomorry); plus that was our supper (a sub).
Three things got scotched: 1) going to Advance-Auto to look for a magnetic key-case for our gigundo chip-keys (that’s a Froogle-search); 2) mowing the 93-year-old nosy neighbor’s cliff — that has to wait yet another day. It’s gone unmowed almost a week; and 3) walking the dogs up the street tonight — the big dog is limping anyway.
It’s always about logistics.
Lazy Acres is a funky place — a residence far off the road, out in the country. Alpacas are wandering the pastures. Their wool is used as yarn. They can make things on-site.
They were giving guided tours, but we passed. There about 25 minutes.
Amazingly, I managed to do the whole gig without mentioning Al Qeada.