Well, guess what? Tomorrow that lucky, lucky Goatmother gets to visit the World's Greatest Surgeon again! Why, you ask? Well, the Goatmother is getting a PORT put in. This will be so they can give her the chemotherapy treatments better. She is a little apprehensive because, well, who wouldn't be? I mean I know I would be. After all, it is something new and different and it doesn't involve Peanuts. However, one of the GoatNeighbors reminded the Goatmother that receiving such a thing obviously meant that she was a very 'PORTant person.
I think that makes a lot of sense. As a result, I have been doing a bit of contemplation in this regard, and I believe I have come to some very imPORTant conclusions. First of all, this will provide the Goatmother with a very convenient PORT of Entry and she won't even be asked for a passPORT. And naturally, it will be very PORTable since she will be taking it with her everywhere she goes. It is quite clear this is a great opPORTunity.
Now we don't have a scheduled dePORTation date and we think it likely the Goatmother will be sPORTing it for a whole year. I mean you just never know when such a thing might prove convenient. Just as long as they don't decide to put in a PORT-a-potty, I think we might be okay. Although, come to think of it, that might prove to be kind of convenient as well.
At any rate, today the Goatmother and Goatfather got to meet the Nutritionist! They had nothing but wonderful things to say about this woman and she simply has to be the best because she even consented to have her picture taken. Now how many nutritionists do you know that are ready, willing and able to be on a goat's blog? I think I might even consider sharing a few of my Peanuts with her. I wonder if she does goat nutrition consulting? She may even know things like where the choicest Peanuts are grown and what kind of terroir produces the best quality. You just never know until you ask. I guess that's true in a lot of respects, come to think of it.
“There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tower high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King