Who else could bring you hoarse goats, finger follies, and Camelot all in one post?

Well, we returned for a followup, and the Doc seems happy with the wife's progress. His assistant changed her dressing, and of course she was on her best behavior and didn't threaten him with bodily harm as he peeled off the old stuff and applied the new. Funny, but when I did it, it was like I was trying to shave a badger.

However, it's going to take another week, perhaps two, before she can return to work, and by association, I had to extend my own time off, since I still have to continue in my role as driver, chief cook and bottle washer, and valiant knight of the order of the bloody bandage. But hey, it's good for my karma.

Billy (our greedy, needy, crybaby alpha goat) seems to have bleated "feed me, you got anything to eat, is it time to eat the front yard yet, let me at it, I'm starving, yadda-yadda" so much that he's made himself sorta hoarse. He sounds like a different goat altogether. Or maybe the spirit of that snake possessed him, since it occurred right after that nasty little incident. Mickey's probably nodding his head vigorously at that suggestion......hehe. Now, folks, these goats are well fed, and it amazes me they don't explode, they eat so much. It's comical to see little Sorcha coming back to the back yard looking like a blimp on four little stubby legs. Sonya has to settle for what she can scrounge in the back forty due to her continued steadfast association with me trying to get her on a leash with coming to kill her. The only way to leash her is to catch her off guard and startle her, at which time her back legs lock up and she's easy to chase down. I don't try very often, because she seems as healthy and fit as the rest of the herd, and she does get her occasional shot at grain and hay.

Nothing on TV worth watching, and no new Netflix movies have arrived yet, so we're watching "Excaliber". It's my all-time favorite tale of the honor and foibles of men, and how Wizards delve far to deeply into the power of magic than they should. It is a highly romanticized and dressed up story based on ancient myth, which may or may not have been based upon a real warlord, and this version of the tales of King Author is one of the best I know of. I sometimes think those who still suffer Royalty have this deep seated desire that the ideals of Camelot could actually be practiced, and I fully understand it, although even Author himself eventually fell victim to the human condition which keeps mankind chained to the sword rather than the plowshare. Can absolute power exist without absolute corruption? It could, I believe, if it were not for the corruptibility of those who surround him, for followers are the true power behind those who lead. Hitler could never have committed the evil he perpetrated without the enthusiastic willingness of his minions to do his bidding.

Of course, I could spend another hour talking about Lebanon, the price of gas, the record heat waves, and the mounting death toll in Iraq, but you all know how insane everything seems to be getting these days, and I doubt there's anything I could say about any of this that hasn't already been said. I chuckle when I think about all the fundamentalist Christians who are just chomping at the bit to get raptured, so convinced are they for the umpteenth time that the apocalypse is at hand. Sometimes I wish they WOULD get raptured; maybe with them gone things would calm down around here. Conversely, I wonder if there's been any strain on the supply of virgins in Islamic heaven, so many "martyrs" are blowing themselves up. There's no sense getting any more excited about the state of the world now than we have been in decades, or even centuries past, for the one constant is the human condition, the need to cry "HAVOC", and let slip the dogs of war.........