Goats?

While cleaning up after a yummy breakfast of fried plantains, scrambled eggs with spinach, mushrooms, onions, and cheese, bagels with cream cheese and salmon, and iced coffee, (Miss Becky and I like to eat, it's part of the reason we get along so very well!) I was walking over towards the windows facing Twin Peaks and lo and behold the strangest thing appeared. There are at least 50 goats living next to the water treatment plant in front of my house. A special fence has been constructed to keep them contained. (Good luck with that...If you know anything about goats you will completely understand what I am talking about!) They were not there yesterday, I swear! Why in the world are there goats living in Bernal Heights? I mean come on, it's understandable that we are not in the hippest neighborhood in all of the city but for pete's sake, GOATS?!?! This needs to be investigated further to find out how/why this happened. It is a well known fact that I hate goats. This all stemmed from living with them in The Gambia, West Africa. Goats were the bane of my existence as an environmental education/forestry volunteer. What is the largest environmental hazard in The Gambia you may ask....Why goats of course. They eat anything and everything, especially gardening and forestry projects of a new volunteer. I hate goats and now living space is being shared with them again. It's suspected that this is the goat's final revenge on me, as if to say "You never should have had our brother made into a bag, we will show you!". The goats have won. Bastards. Frickin' goats.

As for the rest of the weekend, it has been mellow and slow going. Friday night's reading by Augsten Burroughs was fantastic. He was a bit different than I had pictured from reading his books but merely in appearance. He certainly was dressed down, an appealing outfit for the hipster gay crowd in San Francisco. The readings he chose to perform and the question and answer period afterwards was amazing. He most certainly had one of the strangest childhoods ever heard and he did a phenomenal job putting pen to paper to describe the madness known to him as life. There were several questions surrounding his sobriety and writing. Basically, had sobriety not happened, neither would have the books. Apparently once the drinking/drug use had gotten to problematic/addictive stages, the writing had completely stopped and this is how he chose to deal with the insanity in his life as a child, his coping mechanism. I'm really glad he is sober and look forward to the chance to see him again. Will begin reading his new book which was purchased that night, as soon as I'm done with TIpping the Velvet. Review to follow.

The rest of the weekend was spent with Miss B and taking time out here and there to see random sets of friends. Had brunch with a PC pal, Sonia. We talked politics, the frightening facts which surround the possibility of Monkey Bush remaining President. Makes me anxious to even think about it. Saturday night we made dinner (a few Moosewood specials, falafel bugers and Thai coconut soup! As well as Forbidden Rice pudding) and watched The Triplets of Belleville. This was the second time for me, first for Becky and it was excellent! A must see! Caught so many things the second time which weren't the first go around. Now I am off and running to get myself a latte and head to the east bay to go help the lesbians garden. Miss Becky already motored to go get her classroom ready to teach the children of the world Monday morning. Oh those teachers, how exhaustive it is for them. Will have dinner with her tonight! Off I go to investigate goat matters and garden until I drop.