Lately I’ve been feeling a tad restless. Not because I’m dissatisfied with my day job. Overall, I like it just fine. No, it’s Reading itself that is lacking. At the moment I have the overwhelming sensation that if I stay here much longer it will suck the life right out of me.
Okay, so get out, you say. I’d love to. Only there are several problems with that. Other than near the ocean I have no specific destination picked out. I always figured I’d head east until I ran into the Atlantic and then turn left. Yep, I want a cold, rocky shore, not hot with tourists.
The second problem is the same one most everyone has when contemplating major life changes. Money. As in I don’t have any. I’m working on it but damn, is it taking long!
The third is what I’m going to do to survive once I get wherever it is I’m going. I’m not overly concerned with that one. I’m not an idiot. I’m resourceful. I can do anything I set my mind to. No, I’m not being immodest. In this case it’s simple honesty. Sure there are things I’d really rather not attempt but as I see it, just about anything can be turned into an adventure if you have the right attitude and I think, when it comes to this, I do.
So, I was reading a Hobby Farms magazine, don’t ask, and came across this interesting snippet. It seems there is a tremendous demand for sheep shearers. I like sheep. We had one when I was growing up. The only drawback here could be that I am not physically strong enough to wrangle an uncooperative sheep. What’s that? Oh no, not at all worried about the actual shearing process. There are schools for that, yep, already investigated them, seminars, and places you can sign on as a journeyman for a year with a seasoned shearer.
Hmm, what do you think? There are sheep and rocky coasts in New England. Howie’s in fine shape so we could easily make it that far. Anyone up for an adventure? I’ll tell you we’re home when we get there.
Okay, so get out, you say. I’d love to. Only there are several problems with that. Other than near the ocean I have no specific destination picked out. I always figured I’d head east until I ran into the Atlantic and then turn left. Yep, I want a cold, rocky shore, not hot with tourists.
The second problem is the same one most everyone has when contemplating major life changes. Money. As in I don’t have any. I’m working on it but damn, is it taking long!
The third is what I’m going to do to survive once I get wherever it is I’m going. I’m not overly concerned with that one. I’m not an idiot. I’m resourceful. I can do anything I set my mind to. No, I’m not being immodest. In this case it’s simple honesty. Sure there are things I’d really rather not attempt but as I see it, just about anything can be turned into an adventure if you have the right attitude and I think, when it comes to this, I do.
So, I was reading a Hobby Farms magazine, don’t ask, and came across this interesting snippet. It seems there is a tremendous demand for sheep shearers. I like sheep. We had one when I was growing up. The only drawback here could be that I am not physically strong enough to wrangle an uncooperative sheep. What’s that? Oh no, not at all worried about the actual shearing process. There are schools for that, yep, already investigated them, seminars, and places you can sign on as a journeyman for a year with a seasoned shearer.
Hmm, what do you think? There are sheep and rocky coasts in New England. Howie’s in fine shape so we could easily make it that far. Anyone up for an adventure? I’ll tell you we’re home when we get there.
2 comments:
I can't see you sheering sheep, Barb! But I've never known you not to rise to a challenge. You can do it!
That would be soooo excellent! I wonder if the same schools teach llama shearing?
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