A llama in a taxi


I am lost, and my driver is not much help. Would you kindly direct me to the nearest hay store?

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26 Responses to Welcome

  1. I love it! So ironic that H and I were just talking about how cool it would be to have an alpaca farm. (Or is that a llama? I’ve no idea how to tell the difference.)

    I love the idea of this new blog, but of course I hope that one day you might make another entry on The Hand of Love. I do so admire and enjoy your writing, so you can count on me as a regular reader. (barring time constraints of course)

    Best wishes for a thoughtful and kind readership!

    PS No idea where the hay store is, but if you need any Grey Poupon – *that* I have. ;-)

  2. Sara says:

    I am lost too, but I’m pretty darn sure that’s a Llama Elysia. You don’t want a Llama farm. They spit!

    I look forward to seeing where you take this Kevan! Sara

    • Kevan says:

      Everthing I learned about llamas, I learned from “TinTin in Prisoners of the Sun.” The llama in that story spat only under provocation, and with great dignity (Captain Haddock was the victim). I have been a fan of llamas ever since.

      • Sara says:

        Have you ever seen the movie “Napoleon Dynamite”? GREAT movie!!! They have a Llama named Tina. You can expand your Llama horizons!

        • According to Violet Beauregard, “Spitting is a dirty habit”, so no, I do not want to raise animals with “dirty habits”., even if we *could* teach them to do it only under provocation and with great dignity. lol But how does one tell the difference between an alpaca and a llama?
          I guess I need to start watching old movies maybe? lol

  3. Susie says:

    Well, I think that I’d rather enjoy watching Elysia wrassling with llamas but I believe alpacas are easier to handle. M likes their socks.

    I look forward to reading here Kevan. I have come to think of you as my pensive blogger friend (smile) and look forward to your thoughts. You always keep me thinking and send me in new directions.

    • Kevan says:

      How did M get the alpacas to give up their socks?

      • Susie says:

        Oh Kevan…he tries to keep it on the down low, but my husband has all sorts of special powers. Strangely enough, he’s also a fan of spicy mustards.

        • Kevan says:

          You know, in Bolivia, they have this saying: El que puede luchar la alpaca de sus calcetines, y el triunfo—¡el mundo es suyo!

          He who can wrestle the alpaca for his socks, and win—the universe belongs to him!

          • Hmm, those Bolivian sayings always have me pensive. I was thinking, right after I read this:
            I wonder if an alpaca’s socks ever get lost in the laundry? And how many might be lost, and do they ever venture out without them? I am thinking of taking a guided trek to Huayna Potosi and Illimani to further explore the meaning of this mind blowing quote and I understand that for a small additional fee, they will *also* include a one hour llama wrassling session, with a professional wrassling trainer, and you are all invited to watch. But most especially Susie. Hey Susie, has M ever done this? Does he have any pointers?
            H says he is also a fan of spicy mustards, but he especially likes the buns. :-)

          • Mischief Manager says:

            I am actually quite fond of spicy buns myself… And since the alpaca’s Sox were Red I had little choice but to acquire them.

  4. husbandmick says:

    Who isn’t lost? :).

    Looking forward to reading where you go with this?


  5. Jacquie says:

    I’m lost too. Mind if I follow.
    Looks like we are both on the road to some interesting places. I look forward to reading much more of what you have to say.

  6. Susan says:

    “My driver is not much help….” = )

  7. Bonnie says:

    :) Something tells me I’m gonna like it here.

  8. Saoirse says:

    Ha! Found you again!

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