Just before tax day!
So much has happened since January.
1. Swash disappeared without trace.
2. Rex died in the barn for no good reason
3. A very old goat lay down and could not get up again. I nursed him for two weeks. Allen and Shelly gave him antibiotics, and vitamins with an intravenous drip. I gave him an anti-worming med. Nothing helped. He just could not get up. Finally I took him to Doc Walker in the back of the pick-up, and he administered a lethal injection. I went home for lunch. After lunch I was about to take the goat to Nashville for an autopsy when I heard him bleating from the back of the truck. I think he was saying "I'm not dead yet." Doc Walker told me to bring him back and the second time he died peacefully. The autopsy showed he had caprine arthritic encephalitis, with lesions in his nerve pathways. That's why he couldn't get up. It can get passed to young kids by the mother. Mostly it affects old goats ... Sibnce then we have had four new goarts, one of which disappeared.
5. At the weekend I bought a 1985 BlueBird yellow school bus, 90 seater. It will be delivered on Friday. At the moment it is a fantasy space. Play space for Oscar? Another writing space? An American icon.
Here are some of the word-signs in the truck.
J.L.Austin: "There will be no books in the running brooks until the advent of hydrosemantics."
But check out Ian Hamilton Finlay's Little Sparta.