"If providence did beards devise,
To prove the wearers of them wise,
A fulsome goat would then, by nature,
Excel each other human creature." - Thomas D'Urfey

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Behinder

Now there is an interesting word.  Behinder.  It is what we are.  You know that saying about 'I'm so far behind I don't know whether I've lost my Peanut or found a Goat'?  That's us.  We are so far behind that it may take the rest of our natural lives to catch up.  Or perhaps we may never catch up. 

Anyway, the Goatmother has 3 whole radiation treatments under her belt.  Well, maybe they aren't under her belt ...  Nothing is glowing yet though, so that's a good sign.  It's all good, remember?  The Goatmother says by the time she was finished being set up for the first treatment, her hands had begun to feel disembodied and she had no arms.  Cool.  Just in time for Halloween.  The treatment itself just took a minute.  Thankfully, subsequent treatments have been easier and faster.  And yet another pleasant surprise?   It turns out the treatments will be finished October 26th instead of October 29th!  Woo Hoo!  Small favors and all that!

All that aside, these every single day treatments are why we are so behind.  That kind of time commitment tends to cut way down on available daylight.  Nonetheless, the Goatmother and Goatfather went, yesterday, to their favorite restaurant in Port Townsend for lunch.  One has to eat, doesn't one?  I know I certainly do my part in that regard.  Aren't I special?

So the Goatmother and Goatfather went to Port Townsend, and they took Cabra and the Mighty Quinn along since it was a lovely, cool day.  They arrived and parked the truck on the corner in front of the quaint little flower shop with the beautiful old antique fence pieces in front.  They proceeded into the restaurant, sat down, ordered, and soon began eating their lunch.  Suddenly they noticed a police care pull up outside, and then a rescue unit showed up.  Hmmmm...  Pretty soon a big fire truck arrived along with more police.  What the hay???  So the Goatfather got up and went outside. When he returned,  he reported there was a car almost in the door of the flower shop.  Interesting.  Many curious onlookers soon began to appear.

After awhile, the Goatmother and Goatfather finished their meal and proceeded back to their vehicle.  The Goatmother got in, but the Goatfather went to the back because there were policemen and chairs directly behind.  He tapped a policeman on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, but don't step back.  We are going to be leaving."  At that the policeman turned and said, "Well, just a minute.  Let's see if we can assess the damage to your vehicle."  What????!!!!!

As it turns out, a 79 year old woman had either been trying to parallel park, or was trying to leave after having parked, in front of the Goatmother and Goatfather's truck.  Evidently she accidentally stepped on the accelerator with the car in reverse thinking it was in drive.  The car shot backward grazing the Goatfamily vehicle fender, taking out a 2 hour parking sign concreted into the sidewalk, and ending up at the side of the flower shop on top of the lovely pieces of antique fence and a table and chairs that will no longer be hosting any sitters.  The worst of it, however, was that a child ended up underneath the car.  Don't panic!  Miraculously, the child appeared unharmed but was sent to the hospital to be checked out anyway.

Guardian angels were working overtime on this one, folks.  The truck was simply grazed and not even enough worth mentioning.  The truck was virtually unharmed, the dogs were safe, and the child was unhurt.  Oddly the flower shop was unscathed, too, but I doubt you could have wedged a Peanut between it and the car.  The car, itself, ended up neatly between the building and a support post, touching neither.  Almost as though it had been parked there on purpose.  Miraculous, I tell you.

Personally I feel the halo of radiation emanating from the Goatmother likely set up some sort of force field.  Hey, maybe this radiation ain't so bad after all.  Come to think of it, I think I may ask her to hang around the barn awhile and see if it has any effect on Alpines.  You never know.

"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." - Forrest Gump

I guess you could say the same about radiation.  Who knew?

18 comments:

Snowcatcher said...

I'd leave a comment, but you've left me speechless...

Marigold said...

Dear Snowcatcher,
Ha! You're one up on the Goatmother. She's never speechless. And the Goatfather wishes she was!

Millie said...

Your goatmother is quite the amazing woman. Glad to hear she's not glowing but is buzzing through the radiation. We're all rooting for her here!

Marigold said...

Dear Millie,
Shhhhh. Don't encourage her by saying such things. She may become to uppity to hand out the Peanuts.

"Auntie" sezzzzzz... said...

Lovely that you went out for lunch. Not so lovely, that something *untword* happened, during that lunch.

('Untword' = Not so nice)

(( Spelling of 'untword' is unknown to me))

(((Wonder if anyone still uses such a word?)))

((((Wonder if there ever WAS such a word? Or it's just my *wonky* memory?))))

"Auntie"

Marigold said...

Dear Auntie,
I think the word is 'untoward'. I don't think you made it up at all. I think it is a perfectly good word. The Goatmother's memory isn't so good. She blames it on chemo. I, myself, am not so sure. :)

Mrs. Micawber said...

Is this the same restaurant that hosts a Pajama Breakfast? (Sheer vulgar curiosity.)

I think you may be on to something with that force field theory. And I'm very glad that the Goatmobile and the Goatdogs (and the child) were unharmed. Also that the Goatmother's sessions are proceeding smoothly now.

P.S. "Behinder" is how I feel when I've been consuming too many starchy foods and my pants get a little tight in the stern area. :)

Marigold said...

Dear Mrs. Micawber,
Yes this is the same restaurant that has the New Year's PJ breakfast. What a good memory you have. :) But I must tell you that you don't have to worry about that kind of 'behinder' because Boo has cornered that market.

Candy C. said...

Oh my word!! I'm so glad the child was okay! The accident could have ended up a LOT worse!
It's encouraging that the radiation will be finished before the big "H", can't be messing with our holidays ya' know! :)

Kelly said...

I think behinder is a very good word that describes so much of my life. LOL. Like the more I do the behinder I get! I'm so glad that your truck didn't creamed. So now the Goatmother is a Gloworm? Do you want me to sing it to you? Glad you are getting out, stay out of the way of little blue haired people. By the way, I'm not "blue haired" just really gray. Take care. Much Love coming your way.

Marigold said...

Dear Candy,
You are so right on all accounts. Especially the holiday one. I'm holding out for caramel-covered Peanuts! Yeah!

Marigold said...

Dear Kelly,
Hello! We STILL miss reading about your farm adventures! (hint, hint ... :)) And, YES! We DO want you to sing the song to us. :) Big hugs!

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Um....um......I'm almost with Snowcatcher.......I am speechless.......

Sweet Goat Goddess!
How awful that *could* have gone.....

Just goes to show you......no matter how bad things look, they end up turning out ok.... ;)

Sending some peaceful Energy to you today......and great, big goatie hugs! (and a peanut for sweet Marigold!)

xoxoxo

Claire the Shepherdess said...

Hi Marigold (and Goatmother, of course!) I've been catching up on reading blogs today, I am even more behinder than you! Glad to hear about all the progress, and rendered speechless by the bizarre nature of the vehicle incident. Good gracious. I once had a bone scan due to a heel spur, and was injected with a radioisotope for the scan. When I returned to the lab where I worked, I set off the Geiger counter (we used radioactivity in the lab in tiny amounts) and scared the dickens out of everybody. I had to go home for the day so they didn't send inspectors and shut down the lab. Radiation can do weird things. Never eat a radioactive peanut. xo

Marigold said...

Dear MiMi,
I like your philosophy...especially the part about the Peanut. :)

Marigold said...

Dear Claire,
Hey, Ho, my friend! So good to hear from you! Hope you are well up there in Nova Scotia! Now then, interesting about the Geiger counter. I bet the Goatmother would do that too. As for the radioactive Peanut. Heaven forbid!!!!

Ginnie said...

Oh, Marigold! I'm way behind in keeping up with blog friends. First: Belated happy birthday wishes to Goatmother.

Second, re: the radiation treatments: I would love to make a countdown tea banner for Goatmother if she would like it (see http://becoming-g.blogspot.com/2012/05/inspired-by-ali.html). Do you think she would? Herbal or regular? Flavored or plain? I know she's started treatment already, but maybe it might still be helpful?

Would you email me at ginniej27 AT gmail DOT com?

And do you think I included enough question marks in this comment? They were on sale, so I'm feeling very liberal in their use.

xxoo

Marigold said...

Dear Ginnie,
You are just too sweet! Thank you!