LadyCerridwen48's blog

And this is for all the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heroes in the methadone clinics

Boyfriend came home from work last night, and tossed an empty cigarette pack at me on his way up the stairs.  "Check that site out".  Sure enough, there's a URL hastily scribbled on the pack. Turns out to be the GREATEST alpaca resource I've seen yet.  Nationwide price guides, package sales, herdsire rentals, financing, shearing services, links to vets, info on how to breed for specific colors and fiber density, pretty much EVERYTHING I need on one website, instead of the 4 dozen or so I've been bouncing between.  I can't fathom how something so useful hasn't come up yet in any of the Google searches I've done over the past few months. 

Anywho, Boyfriend and I don't drive.  There's a methadone clinic not far from the bus stop near his job, and makes for some great people watching potential.  One of the clinic regulars has become a bit friendly with Boyfriend, "bus buddies" I guess.  He lives in a homeless shelter nearby, and they chat for most of the ride.  He seems to have a good sense of humor about his situation, one time advised Boyfriend "ya know, one of the dumbest things you could ever do is to start sniffing heroin in your 50's"  Yeah, I think he might be right about that, I hope to not find out for myself. 

Well, yesterday they were chatting as usual, and Boyfriend mentioned the alpacas and the move.  He said the guy's face lit up, "Oh, my brother's been doing that for years, he's about to retire and move to Virginia..." and proceeded to ramble on about alpacas for the rest of the bus ride home, scribbling down the URL in the process. 

So, I find a certain sense of surrealism in the fact that my absolute best business tip to date, for an agricultural business, came from an inner city recovering junkie.  I want to get his name and address before we go, send him a sweater made from my first shear, and name my first herdsire after him.  As it is, I told Boyfriend to buy him a pack of cigarettes to say thanks, don't really know what else to give him to thank him, this isn't exactly the sort of situations Judith Martin or Emily Post covered back in the day.

So, I've decided to blog on GuG regarding my upcoming move.  It's a big move, 335 miles, give or take.  In some ways, I may as well be moving to a different planet.  I can't wait.

This is an exerpt from Wikipedia, concerning the demographics of where I currently live:
As of the census of 2000, there were 220,568 people, 120,482 households, and 65,175 families residing in the city. The population density was 3,809.5/km² (9,865.5/mi²). There were 122,838 housing units at an average density of 1,353.5/km² (3,505.2/mi²).