It Breaks
It’s a long way back to the light
19/11 2023
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Good goat times today. Not the weather, though. Cold, dark rainy. Boo urns. Jeanette asked me if I couldn’t do a sun dance to bring the sun out. If only. My magic mojo doesn’t seem to be working.
But it was good to be back with the goats. Got some lapgoat time with Luna. She’s getting to be too big for it soon I think. Sigh . But she’s still my lil girl. And Bella is my medium girl. And Sky is my big girl. They are a sweet little goat troop and even on gloomy days they make me happy.
Now I’m tired and cold, but I got soup cooking so that’s something.
20/11 2023
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Luna Lapgoat.
20/11 2023
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Hello, good day, hi. Checking in. I had plans for the day, but a combination of ugly depression and beautiful dreams kept me anchored in bed far longer than I should have. But oh well here we are now. The space heater is trying to revive my bones. I really wish I could just sleep until May.
21/11 2023
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Think goat thoughts. Sorry bout the bad quality, but it’s nice when you can get them all 3 in the frame. Even if there are more butts than head.
21/11 2023
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What’s so funny bout peace love and sabotage
21/11 2023
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Hi Sky.
22/11 2023
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Good goat times today. Got out and goated again, goodly. It was a tiny bit warmer today, which was nice. Less nice was the harsh storm. It was one of those hold-on-to-your-hat days. With rain too. A little sun too though. Next week… it looks like freezing.
But it’s just good to sit with the goats. We mostly sit inside now. I miss being out in the pen and on the bench and all that. But we just gotta keep our noses pointed to the dawn. Only four months till spring.
Luna had a rough day. First I accidentally locked her in the storage room. Haha. When I go in to get the goat breakfast in the room, Bella and Luna usually follow me in there. And then folllow me out when I go out and distribute the feed in their bowls. So I was puzzled when I noticed one of the three bowls was unattended. I opened the door and in the storage room was Luna. I don’t understand why they don’t make a fuzz when they get locked in there by mistake on their own. You’d think they’d complain, but it’s happened a few times and they don’t make a fuzz. Maybe it’s because they are always trying to get in there and now’s their chance to explore on their own…
Later on she got scared by the newfeathers. Turnaround from how she usually chases chickens away. We were down by the fence, socializing with visitors. And I guess the newfeathers saw their chance to go in the goathouse and look around without interruption. So when me and the goats went back to the goat house suddenly a bunch of flappy feathers came running out and freaked out Luna who promptly ran back down the hill rowards the fence. I guess I’d be scared too if I came home and opened my door and someone unexpectedly came out towards.
That’s enough yapping for now, time for souping.
23/11 2023
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Happy Thanksgiving from me and the goat crew and the feather troop. I am thankful for all the good people on here. I appreciate you all, thank you for helping me with the struggles.
23/11 2023
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Just chicken in.
Henrietta is enjoyinga goatsized breakfast serving.
Something to be unthankful for happened yesterday. My camera broke. It’s getting the lens error that has happened to other cameras. But those were because the camera fell on the ground. This time it didn’t fall. It just won’t turn on now. I had it out on the tripod a little when it was raining a tiny bit. I wonder if that’s the cause. I have put it in a bag with those drying gel things. Don’t think it will help. I do have other cameras, but they have focussing issues. I think I will actually have to buy a new one. And it’s virtually impossible to get the model I use anymore. So that’s a bummer. I will have to get a newer model that’s more expensive and lacks some of the features I want. Boo urns. Well, I must remember I’m an over priviliged sob, still lots of things to be thankful for. This is fine.
24/11 2023
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Sweet Bella. She’s been getting a lot of belly rubs lately. Because I’m sitting inside on the yellow chair, she’ll get up on one of the tubs on the floor and then she gets up with her front legs on my legs, and I can’t resist giving her a good belly rub. She does it pretty much every day now, I’m not sure if it’s because she wants belly rubs or if it’s just because she wants to poke and prod the human pinata in the hopes of treats falling out. It’s very cute anyway. She has also a couple of times made a sneak attack all the way up and standing in my lap, something that Luna used to do a lot but hasn’t been doing mcuh lately. Sometimes habits and dynamics change a bit when we’re sitting indoors in a smaller space so much.
24/11 2023
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Do you ever think about how every website you visit starts with WWW which means World Wide Web, isn’t it kinda cute that every site you go to sounds like something from 1997’s idea of the internet? It’s like grandpa trying to use a cell phone as a rotary phone or something. Do people born in this milleniaum even know what aw ord wide web is, if you’re 20 do you even know what a www is? Do people even know that there was a time when everything was not online, what even is an online, how can you talk on the phone and be on the internet at the same time GEOCITIES am I right?!
hashtag signmyguestbook dot sitemeter do you have an the email?
25/11 2023
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Oh oh oh oh. I reminded Melanie that she had a diaryland which reminded me that I have a diaryland so I went to look at my diaryland but it was still just an error page but then I tried logging in and my password worked and I added an entry to my diaryland and adding a new entry seems to have brought the entire diary back online so the long of the short is, I am back on diaryland.
Some of my best friends are still people I met on diaryland like.. 20 years ago. On diaryland you are hidden behind a username and stuff, but I still feel like you got to know people in a much realer way than on Facebook these days. No offense, I love my Facebook friends. You mean a lot to me. But things are just different. Back then it was like really being able to read people’s diaries, follow their lives. Intimate and personal, if they let you. On Facebook it’s so many memes and photos and news and the world is a dystopian future and everyone is grownup and guarded and have families and friends-only and so on. Back then it was like were a bunch of kids and you were all in it together.
Or maybe that’s just the nostalgia talking. Everything was always better in the past, and you can’t disprove FACTS.
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling. I don’t know if I should be happy or scared that I brought my diaryland back to life. Some things should stay buried! Maybe there’s a reason everything is friends-only and guarded these days. Except my facebook is all public anyway, so..
PS I Slept too much today and I am still sad and tired, I remain ever a moody depressed layabout teenager hooray.
25/11 2023
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Here’s a little Luna to keep things on goat topic.
25/11 2023
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Checking in, featuring Bella and Sky. Maybe Luna is hiding under one of the tubs, don’t ask me.
26/11 2023
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Torgo say, weather forecast no look good. Braze for impact.
We’re gonna need a bigger soup pot.
26/11 2023
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“Does this exoskelton make me look fat?”
– Skynet, after becoming self-aware.
26/11 2023
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That’s all for now.