The first stop is in Ocala to continue 90 hours of education in traditional Chinese veterinary medicine, with an emphasis on the theory and practice of small animal acupuncture. If I see her later with a box of needles I must remember to run outside immediately. I am not sure I am a small animal, but it is best to err on the side of caution.
Then Sheila the shop girl is off to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival with Leslie and Martha(maybe), her friends in Lancaster County. She probably won't buy a sheep but will certainly buy roving as it is naturally light and can be compressed to the density of a neutron star inside one's suitcase. The TSA would confiscate a ewe, no doubt. They are a tiresome bunch.
Along the way, she is stopping in Charleston and Richmond. The plan is to visit Fort Sumter(an attempt to understand Southerners?). I don't know what she is going to do in Richmond. Visit a tobacco farm? None of this seems to have anything to do with needles. A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of tiny minds, I suppose. Or is that little minds?
