Grandpa and the Goat

Sort of what my goat looked like

It was about the same light of day as it is now, an hour later.  A clear late October morning, around nine am.

Ioan Gruffudd was there.  He was with these three women, sort of small round women in pink and yellow and other eastery colors, including their hair.  They were interviewing him or something.  It seemed normal.  We were in chairs out behind the barn, where the geldings eat.  I could see the geldings way off on the other side of the field by the fence line.  Near the geldings I could also see, because I heard them first, clamoring fans. I thought that was surprising. Continue reading