Six Months In The Morning
A cold, cold morning today. The window was open as I was putting on my bandages after a nice, long, warm shower. And outside it was freezing. All that was missing was snow on the ground, then it would have been a winter paradise.
Passing through the parking lot and smiling to myself as a woman was scraping ice off of the windows on her car. Remembering how my dad used to hate that in the winter. Scraping ice and snow. Back when we had a car.
I don’t mind the cold. You should know by now.
Work was fine. I kinda messed up a phone message. But nothing important. Did I mention that I no longer have a phone at my table? When I started at Kulturgyngen I had a phone on my table and it was just assumed that I would answer the phone. And I did. And it wasn’t too bad I guess. But now they have re-done the whole phone system, a fancy new digital system. And there’s no longer a phone at my station. So now I only have to deal with phonecalls if Sanne is out of the office.
I wore my Mellon Collie ’95 tour t-shirt today. And Bente complimented it. Nice. Although it still feels awkward for me to have people looking at me closely like that. It will get better in time, I’m sure.
Unfortunately I didn’t get on the guestlist for the Kashmir concert. And now I’m worried that I have waited so long that the concert is sold out. But I’ll try and see. Tomorrow is therapy so that’s a long day, I probably won’t be up to a trip back downtown. I’ll cross my fingers that there are still tickets on Wednesday.
At the playground I caught the goats in the act of mischief.
They’re not supposed to be snooping in the food supplies.
But they do dig in. I got a funny video of Magnethe climbing all over me. Look forward to that. Please?
I love Magnethe. Brightens my day, she does.
More brightness ahead. Olga has given birth. A lamb has arrived. I haven’t seen it yet. They were inside and the door closed. I could only peek in and listen to the tiny baahs. As far as I can tell it’s only one lamb. And as far as I can tell it will be a cutie. It sure sounds cute. One of the next days I should be able to see it. And you know you will be getting a load of pictures. Brace yourselves.
For now, here’s a picture of the baby hare.
In with the bunnies. I thought it would be scared when I put my finger there. It seemed so jumpy when it was outside. But no, it came and sniffed my finger just like the bunnies do.
Did I mention that the goats love hazelnuts? I did, I know. I just wanted to mention it again. They go, well, nuts. Especially Mathilde. She’s crazy for them. It’s like catnip for goats.
Oh yes. Today is the 6 month anniversary of Plume.dk. Actually, it was two days ago. But today is the anniversary of the first blog entry. Six months eh? And just about 160 blog entries. I’m not going to make a big hooplah. I’ll save that for the 1 year anniversary. But I just want to say that I’m very happy that I got my own domain. Plume.dk might not seem like much, but it is my life. Online. And I love having everything gathered here under one umbrella. All the junk in one trunk. I feel at home here and I hope it’ll last a long time.
How about you? What do you think of plume.dk? Is the design so horrible that it brings everything down? Do you miss plume on diaryland? Is there anything you think is missing? Have I gotten boring? No, really. Have I? It’s okay if I have. You can tell me. Any comments are welcome.
We’ll end the entry with a little old Mew that has been on my mind. From before it was cool to be political.
And so
In right wing fashion
We’ll nurture xenophobia
And be strong
In right wing fashion
With paste and generosity
Because no one is safe
From someone somewhere’s sweet embrace
And so I have simply decided to dislike you now
October 25th, 2005 at 13:52
plume.dk er bare så go’ og livsbekræftende. Tillykke med lammet/lammene.
October 27th, 2005 at 20:04
Though I always loved your diaryland diary, I don’t miss diaryland at all. I think your blog is great. Blogging is the new ice cream!