The Summer Of 92
Today will be a good day. Happy Mio Monday everyone.
20/6 2022
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Good goat times today. A bit of a grey and cold morning, but it warmed up later with a bit of sun now and then. No grand adventures today, just lots of good goat cuddles and bleats. There were some workers working the stables building next to the goat pen. You know, were the goats and horses used to live before the goats moved out into the goat house in the pen. It’s been empty in there for a long time I think. I think it flooded this winter too, when the faucet broke. One day there was a machine working all day, i think pumpking water out. Anyway, I’m not sure what they were doing today, but there was hammering and drilling and sawing and a radio going. The goats got spooked by the noise a couple of times, but it wasn’t too bad. Maybe tehy are going to fix up the place so the horses can come back after summer vacation? That’d be nice, I’d like to have them back. But I have no idea what the plans are for the place. We’ll see. Maybe they’re going to make it into an apartment FOR ME so I can live there and never leave, i just hope there will be room for a double bed for me and Kristen Bell and we’ll need a pizza oven and a home theatre and, please excuse me I have a lot of work to do.
20/6 2022
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Sky is enjoying a table for one at the green buffet. She got chased away from the bigger buffet so I got her something she could have for herself.
20/6 2022
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Hold on
20/6 2022
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Today will be a good day. HappY Yogi daY everyone.
21/6 2022
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I was a good boy. I exercised hard and then after hovering my finger over the “order pizza” button for 5 minutes I closed the browser tab and went and got some bread from the fridge instead.
WHERES MY FORKING MEDAL?!
21/6 2022
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You can tell Mia is royalty, totally avoiding making eye contact with the peasant who’s giving her a hoof massage.
21/6 2022
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My dad just came over to drop off his blood pressure measuring device so I can borrow it. Or, that was what he was supposed to do. Instead he handed me some money, that he thought he was coming over to give me. Some money that he more or less had already given me. He had no recollection that he was supposed to bring me the bp device. His memory is just getting worse and worse. I am really sad and frustrated that his dementia appointment thing isn’t until next forking year, I think November next year. I don’t know if there’s anything they can do at all. But waiting a year and half just seems unfair.
I keep telling him to ask his doc if they can’t do anything faster. He says he’ll ask, but I don’t know if he even remembers that… Even though he’s gotten into the habit of necessity of writing everything down in his calendar, well today was an example of even that failing. Maybe he wrote it down somewhere and.. forgot where. Forgot to check. Who knows. I can talk to him in the morning and if I talk to him again in the evening he will have zero memory of what we talked about. It’s just gone.
Especially scary when thinking of uncle Jens passing away from dementia related things. It’s hard not to think about whether, or I guess when, the time will come when he doesn’t remember us anymore… He’s still functioning well enough, working ni the charity thrift store downtown, doing anything and everything to help us all. It’s just a scary prospect.
Like my blindness, only going to get worse. Only a matter a matter of time. Which is why the long waiting list for the dementia clinic is so fkked.
Anyway. Just had to get that off my chest. Before my blood pressure explodes.
21/6 2022
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Today will be a good day. Happy Hump Day everyone.
22/6 2022
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Good goat times today. A bit of a grey day, but comfortably warm enough. I did some gardening in the goat pen. Pulling up more of the stinging nettles in the places where we like to sit. I put on gloves (run, Milo, run!) but I still managed to burn my arm. It’s not too bad, but I can definitely still feel it. Oh well. We had some nice visitors at the fence too, a couple of families. And that boy who’s been around before, the one who comes with an older girl or guardian. Today it was a different one iwth him, a little older I think. The first thing he said when he saw me was “do you have any more pasta?”. He likes giving pasta to the goats. The lady with him told him that it was polite to wish someone a good morning when you first see them. I definitely get the sense that the boy is under some kind of tutoring or mentoring. And social skills are part of it probably. But he seems nice and likes the goats. Like one of the other times with the other girl he was with, today he was telling the new lady about the names he’d given the goats. I think it’s Milo that he calls Liam. Which prompted the lady to ask him if he knew about the local Liam. There’s a Danish rapper who goes by the name LOC, Liam O’connor. Apparently he grew up in our neighbourhood. Anyway, I prefer Milo’s bleats.
Other than that just a whole lotta goat fun to take my mind off other things.
22/6 2022
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My happy place, with my happy goat.
22/6 2022
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Looks like summer weather is coming now. According to the forecast. And you know you can always trust the forecast.
I may have bought iced creams. I may have. What’s with the third degree, I demand my lawyer be present if you’re going to question me like that.
22/6 2022
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Here I am with my lawyer, the honourable Nuller T. Goat, esq.
22/6 2022
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A lil Lily smooch is good for what ails ya
22/6 2022
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Thor from 2008.
23/6 2022
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My inability to become a real boy still frustrates and saddens me.
23/6 2022
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Just a big white cloud.
23/6 2022
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They are still working in the stable, clearly. There was a whole lot of digging going on yesterday. If I remember correctly there was never actually a proper floor in there, it was just pavement tiles like outside. Maybe they’re putting in a proper floor. For the horses. Or for me and Kristen.
23/6 2022
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One.. two.. three.. four.. five.. six. Six goats in the shot. Enjoying their green buffet.
23/6 2022
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Fuzzy from 2016.
24/6 2022
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For the premium subscribers, a preview of a future video. I like how we get all six goats running past the camera and into the frame.
24/6 2022
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Today will be a good day. Happy Caturday everyone.
25/6 2022
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goatlog
25/6 2022
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Slept for a long long time, sunny day and warm night, deep wonderful dreams. Unfortunately had to wake up to reality. Pesky reality. I don’t want to go on about it, you all know what you all know. You know when I talked about becoming a real boy, I wasn’t talking about gender. I was talking about becoming human. But you know what, maybe I don’t want to become human. Maybe I want to become goat. Bleat bleat, feed me.
25/6 2022
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Well at least this time Sky didn’t get a faceful of Mia butt
25/6 2022
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Thank you for the compliments on the video yesterday. I am a master videographer and I am flawless in my perfection.
25/6 2022
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It just occured to me that Hayden Christensen has a sister named Hejsa, which means “hello there” in Danish, I have noted that before. But what occured to me is that Hayden’s name starts with Hay which sounds like Hey. I wonder if Hayden’s parents are super into greetings.
I don’t really wanna do a whole big review of the Obi-Wan Kenobi show, I’ll just say that I loved it and had tears in my eyes several times through the final episode. I understand why some people have problems with the show, and with the Boba show, and with other things Disney are doing with Star Wars. As long as you’re not one of the racist bigot fans then your feelings are valid and maybe Disney Star Wars isn’t for you. That’s fair. i’ve had to accept that cuirrent Star Trek isn’t for me, I jst don’t want it. Which is why I’m glad I have The Orville.
Anyway, that’s all for this episode of Hello There.
25/6 2022
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Sassy is telling you all it’s camouflage.
25/6 2022
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.
26/6 2022
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Today is the 30th anniversary of one of the best days of my life. Denmark winning the European Championship in soccerballsports.
Now, I’m not saying sports is the most important thing in the world. But, like music and literature and movies and other artforms, it can give great joy and experiences. I’m not really a fan of the nationalistic side of it. Nothing worse than people saying [my country] first. Especially people who claim to have christian values and yet want to take care of their own and let their neighbours suffer. But I digress.
I’ve talked about this sporting even before so I’ll try not to go on for too long. But it was a magic even. Such a surprise, a sensational outlandish thing. Like the Harlem Globetrotters losing a game. Something that will never happen again. Because Denmark didn’t even qualify. We fisnished second to Yugoslavia in our qualifying group, but when they were excluded because of, well check your history books, Denmark got their place. No preparation, no expectations, players called home from vacation. As one of them famously said when asked if they could go for 90 minutes (which is the length of a soccerballsport game) “Sure. 30 minutes in the first game, 30 minutes in the second game and 30 minutes in the last game”. Three games in the group stage you see. So yeah. Even under normal circumstances a tiny country like Denmark wouldn’t be given much of a chance. And it wasn’t a popular Danish side. We were coming off our golden generation in the 80s that played ‘champagne football’ and got the Danish Dynamite monicker. A new coach with a more boring style of football, new players that weren’t as famous, or good, as the last ones. It’s easy to forget afterwards, but it was not a very beloved team. Beforehands. But then it all somehow clicked and everything went our way. It was a different game back then. Another thing that made it special for me was that a lot of palyers on the team were or had been playing for my personal favourite club. And then there’s the added tragedy of Kim Vilfort, who scored the second goal in the final. He had to rush home because his young daughter was sick with cancer. She asked him to go back and play the tournament, he came back and scored in the penalthy shootout in the semifinal and then the goat that closed the final. And his daughter passed away a matter of weeks later. I still remember when I found video of the games with English commentator and when Vilfort scored his penalty the speaker went WHAT A MAN. And he is. One of my favourite players of all time, a fantastic human being and a great player. I can’t even imagne what it must have been like. One of the worst things that can happen to you as a human and then the unfathomable success of the tournament. And a whole country cheering for you. Must have been insane.
There have been other big surprises in soccerballsports history, but nothing like that will ever happen again. Even though right now we have a team good enough to almost make it to the final of a much harder European Championship. More teams in the tournament and stronger teams. But you will never have those circumstances again. And you will never have the first time again, the complete and utter shock and disbelief and exposive joy. It’s a different world now.
I have told the story before about how I was sitting on the floor in our living room watching the game and both time we scored I jumped up and hit my head on the lamp hanging from the ceiling. And later on I won some competition by writing about that, I forget what i won. Some candy or something.
Anyway. i am sure everyone has stopped reading 10 minutes ago. I just wanted to take the time to let myself remember it all again. I was 14 and I loved balls, the sport, and it was a once in a lifetime experience. Imagine loving something and then having it succeed spectacularly despite all odds against it. It’s not like the European balls championship matters. But then, lots of things that don’t matter are things that matter most to us.
And these days a lot of things that matter are really grim. So. Take joy where you can find it. I still get a big fat smile on my face when I go to the youtubes and look at clips from that tournament. I might have the panini stickers album lying around in some box somewhere. The 90s were the besties and I will never forget the summer of 92.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pDe2N9ykR6A
26/6 2022
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And for those of you who don’t like balls, here’s some goat content. Milo and Sky. Sky looks like she shrank in the wash. No wonder people still call her the baby. Sweet little Sky.
26/6 2022
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That’s all for now.