So On And So Forth

So...we took Madame to the doctor the other day to check a mole on her back that looked suspicious.
We had to take the Gent with us for he can't be left alone too long or he gets upset and gets the idea he should go off looking for his Missus.
While we were in the waiting room after having laboriously helped Madame out of the car and inside, I noticed a water cooler in the corner. Since one of my duties is to make sure the folks are hydrated to prevent another stay in the hospital for him as happened several months ago, I asked him if he wanted me to get him a cup of water. He said no, he didn't drink water since Madame hadn't weaned him yet. Madame shushed him and told this ninety one year old letch to behave himself as we were in a public place. He snickered like a little boy who knew he'd been caught, but that nothing serious would come of it.
Later in the exam room, I was helping the arthritic lady to unbutton her blouse as she was struggling with them, and he looked over there and asked, "can I get in on that?"
As I noted before, there are some things he still is on the ball about and only when he brings us up short with some off the wall comment, do we get reminded that his memories get all tangled up inside and confuse the heck out of him.
I think from what I have heard and read, that he is not as bad as some Alzheimer's patients.
So far he has only threatened to leave the house but has not to this date done so.
He did say that Madame has run him off three times but she, in the background, simply looked at me and shook her head.
And the beat goes on...

Herdin' goats with the Toro.
I got tired this week of looking out the kitchen window and discovering the supposed-to-be-fenced-in goats chowing down on my Kentucky Wonder Bean pole which has just begun to bloom at long last.
I came boiling out of the house and ran to the Toro and reved it up and chased them back to the barnyard & thru the pitiful little fence. This, of course after the fainters had struggled back up and got their back legs to working. The two little gazelle-like pygmy twins don't faint, but their Mother, Rosa does enough for all of them every time I crank up the mower.
So, that afternoon I went out and took down some of the cattle panels we had used to build said fence and blocked off the north end of the barn with two of them and attached a third to the large swinging metal gate at the south end and now they cannot get out at all and such complaining as they did do about it.
Now I let them out in the afternoon when I get home and they don't mess around meddlin' with my pitiful little garden that I am now having to drag hoses around to water after being late because of so much rain this spring--they hotfoot it to the lush brush on the east side of the barn which is where they belong anyway.
I fire up the Toro and use it as an ATV to go out to let them out, then I bring it back to the front door to be ready in case they invade the yard again.
They did insist for the first couple of days in trying to get at the beans but after much fainting and herding, they now head back to the barn lot just when I step out the door and clap my hands and holler at em'.
I only had to get after them once today with the lawnmower and it is funny that they know when I go get on it that they must head for the barn lot, especially if I start the motor, but they still don't understand that their coming into the yard is what causes me to get after them.
So I guess I can say that they are trained goats...after a fashion.
The two aforementioned pygmy twins can streak across the yard so fast that they almost leave their little exhaust pipes behind.
Our little dog, Sparky loves to check out where the goats have been. She delights in rubbing both sides of her neck in goat ambrosia. She even comes bouncing up to me afterwards like a little kid wanting to show off a new dress, or in this case, aroma.
When my youngest was living here, she was selling Avon and we got UPS deliveries once a week.
After one truck nearly ran over Rosa when she fainted in the middle of the driveway, I put up a sign at the entrance to the yard stating "Please be careful of fainting goats and stupid dog."
Several weeks later, a substitute driver came and told me that the truck had a sign on the dash to watch for fainting goats at this address.
Bedtime again...