That is a llama. I kid you not. It stood there for several minutes in the middle of the bean field, then walked back into the woods. I called the Sheriff's Dept, but there was no report of a missing llama. Then I called my neighbor who flies an Ultralight. Since he flies over all our properties, he knew which neighbor it belonged to. Have not seen it since so I hope it found its way back home.
Gerry and I are taking a ten week class on writing our autobiography. Our assignment this week was to make a time line of our lives, specifically showing what the teacher calls "Branches. That is an event in your life that caused a transition in your life, positive or negative. Re-reading old Christmas letters for the past 45 years helped us with that. Then we each are to write a 2 page essay on one of the branches.
4 comments:
Good for you! That sounds like a great idea.
I would find that a huge, huge project because I've not kept much of any documentation of my life until I started to blog.
oh how interesting!!! A really nice exercise and a good reason to write christmas letters!
How can you not miss a llama? Good job you have contacts.
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