Oh Cedar, I hope that you did not look to hard for the jugglers, there were none.
I was trying to say in my hurrying to post before work, that the King Arthur bit took me to the ancient timeframe of court Jesters and jugglers. I suppose the humor of it all helped with that, and my struggling, juggling to pry myself from the grip of sadness at the news of my Mom.
I was thinking of how much I have been juggling these past years, and how, it has all been so serious. The vision of court jesters and jugglers kept popping in my head. The symbolism of their mastery at handling so many different objects with ease.
I went off on a tangent which is just me, and I fear it sent you on a fruitless quest to find the jugglers. I shall have to look for the peasant bailing the drainage ditch.
My sister is the cow thrower.
The expression "Having a cow", I wonder is it from this Monty Python piece?
She is always having a cow.
Going off on this or that, and everyone around is supposed to act accordingly to her tantrums.
I hope you did not look too hard for the jugglers that were not there.