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Merry christmas to everyone celebrating today. Have a jolly one.
25/12 2023
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Now’s the time to get naughty. Presents for this year have been handed out. There’s a week till Santa starts his list for next year. It’s time to get wild and crazy. I’m gonna skip dinner and go straight to dessert!
26/12 2023
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Good goat times today. Good to be back with the ladies. I worry about them during the holidays, and I wish I could be with them more. I’m just not.. as strong as I used to. But they seemed to be doing fine. Happy to see me. Just good to be with them. We had some fun running around, spent some time sitting on the bench. The feathers following us around too.
Only bad thing is the fireworks. Going off now and then. The goats don’t like them. Neither do I. It’s noon on a sunny day, the 27th. Why are you shooting off fireworks. Sigh. Sky is especially sensitive to them, not surprisingly. She is always a little on guard. All her life she’s been the little one who’s had to run from bigger stronger goats. Hiding under the goat house. Catching treats on the go. And then losing her family and being alone and then now she’s the single mom of the kids. Often she’ll pick up on some sight or sound and stand there staring. Sometimes I’m giving out snacks to Bella and Luna and i’ll have to fight to get Sky’s attention because something spooked her and she’s more concerned with keeping an eye on the possible danger than with getting food.
And yes the fireworks spook her more than the kids. I could see her twitch when they went off. And then wehen we were out on the bench a louder and longer series went off and Sky was like Nope and started trodding then almost running back to the safety of the goat house. Poor girl. I wish fireworks were just all illegal. But it’s not even legal to fire them off yet, and that’s not stopping anyone. I wish I could be with the goat new year’s night, that won’t be a fun time for them. Not for me either. I hate it.
But I love the goats, so let’s think about that instead.
27/12 2023
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Hey we already got the first christmas tree of the season. Something for the goats to work on.
27/12 2023
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You cluckin’ to me? I don’t see nobody else here. Other than the goat butt. So you must be cluckin’ to me.’
27/12 2023
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Someone threw fucking fireworks through my fucking mail slot in my apartment, fucking assholes.
27/12 2023
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Well now I know what it’s like to live with a smoker. Fkssake. At least I guess it wasn’t a piece of firework that sent out actual fire. Just a loud bang and lots of smoke. What a bunch of losers. This is why fireworks should be illegal. Can’t trust humans with stuff. Numbskulls.
27/12 2023
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Not feeling great today. My head hurts and I’m super tired. I haven’t completely recovered from the flu, or whatever, I had. My nose has been a bit clogged and some coughing, not bad but not completely recovered. Wonder if it’s that now, or if I slept bad, or if it’s ALL THE SMOKE I inhaled. Hashtag pray for Lasse.
I’m just really tired.
28/12 2023
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28/12 2023
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Popup chicken!
Yes, the funny pic of the chicken I posted yesterday was actually a grab from a video. It’s funny sometimes when you come home and look through footage from the day and you see something you didn’t know had happened. Like a lil clucker deciding to get 10 seconds of fame while you’re in the storage room fetching breakfast for the goats.
28/12 2023
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Luna sitting down with me yesterday. That made me happy. They don’t sit down a lot when it’s cold. In the warmer months they’ll take any excuse to sit down and relax. But in the cold months they mostly stay standing up. So it was nice to have Luna sit down, and it always makes me happy when they sit down right next to me, makes me feel accepted as part of the flock.
28/12 2023
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Another round of Bella Vs Tripod. Except this time the tripod fought back. Bella was pushing it around and she got her horns caught in it and suddenly she was running around with a tripod attached to her head. She got it shook off quick so it wasn’t like she was traumatized, but hey maybe she’ll think twice about messing with my tripod from now on.
Or not. Maybe not. Probably not.
29/12 2023
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Speaking of the cluckers, we got a name update. Jeanette told me before the holidays. The white one that isn’t Henrietta, the one with the barcode. She’s a Sussex. And so her name is now Susie. Susie the Sussex. And one of the others, I think the darkest one, but it’s hard for me to tell those apart. But she’s of the Maran breed. So her name is now Maren. That’s a oldstyle Danish name, so it fits well enough with Sonja, Henrietta and Susie. That leaves two that still need names, but we’ll see what comes up for them. To be honest it’ll probably be hard for me to tell the newfeathers apart, other than Susie. But they are joining us more and more, it took so long for them to even get out of their coop. But now all six of them are often walking around together, and often coming up to the goat house. Red Sonja is still sthe one that spends most time with me and the goats, and Henrietta Solo still goes on her solo exploraton trips. But a lot of the time all six of them are together, after a long long time of being split in two groups.
29/12 2023
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Hey hey thank you so much Beverly Fish for the lovely card! It made it before new years at least! Thank you for thinking of me, I hope you’ll have much success in 2024!
30/12 2023
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Uploaded the last batch of photos from 2023 to my online photo album. The album for 2023 contains 1265 files. Now that may sound like a lot, but it’s actually the lowest number since 2016. I have been up in the 1700 or 1800s some years. I think that shows how it’s been a difficult year, taking less photos. Although it’s still an enormous amount compared to most people probably. But what can I say? Am I gonna NOT take pictures of goats?! What what whaddaya I can’t even.
Here’s a photo of me and Sky.
30/12 2023
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Fireworks on and on outside now. I guess the goats are inside now, it’s 8 pm. I hope they’re okay. Tomorrow isn’t going to be fun for them. Not for me either really, I hate it. This year can’t be over too soon enough.
30/12 2023
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31/12 2023
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31/12 2023
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Here’s a little Sky for the last day of they ear. Eleven hours from now the world will be exploding. I don’t like today. I’m just going sit and watch youtube videos or old Step By Step episodes, edit some video, try to get today, and tonight, over with. Hope you all have a safe one. I’ll be writing a year in review later, so get your morphine and whiskey shots ready, it’s going to be a banger.
31/12 2023
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Huh. Queen Margrethe of Denmark announces her abdication in her yearly new year’s speech. I did not see that coming. To be fair, I don’t really follow the royal family and all that jazz. I feel kind of the same about the monarchy as I do about religion. It’s a cute idea but it’s outdated and ultimately speaks to something broken in humanity.
But hey! That being said. I know some religious people who are very wonderful. And by all accounts queen Margrethe has been an absolutely brilliant queen, loved by all, a great ambassador for Denmark. But that has always been my talking point. You can’t judge the monarchy by its best. Look at England. What happens when you get a king or queen that isn’t absolutely fantastic. On January 14th Crown Frederik will become King Frederik. And.. I’m sure he’ll be fine. As I said I don’t really follow that stuff, but I have a hard time imagining the Danish monarchy descending into the catastrophe of the British one. Because Danish people are just better, present company included. I’m awesome. In fact, I hope King Frederik will lead us vikings into a new age of glory, we can start by invading the UK And freeing them from their horrible royalty. Now’s the time. I’d make a good duke. Duke Lasse of the goathorned crown, all bow before me or feel my wrath!
I mean.. I probably shouldn’t say that out loud, I don’t want to give people advanced warning.
Sorry, I think I may have had too much champgne tonight. I mean, it’s non alcoholic. But still. Goes right ot the brain cells.
So anyway, Five hours and fifteen minutes till midnight, I should probbably start working on my sppech. Spoiler alert I will not be abdicating.
31/12 2023
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So the year is running out. Good riddance. I just want it to be over. And I want the fireworks to be over. I hate these hours around midnight.
Well it’s been a year. It sure has. One of the worst in recent memory, to be honest. Family health has not been good. Dad’s Alzheimer’s. Mom’s broken back. Peter’s leg issues, infection issues. At least his kidney transplant seems to ge going well. My blackouts, bloody pool on the bathroom flor, a month of barely being able to use my arm. Excruciating back pain. At least my back exercises have helped some again, I’m no longer taking painkillers before going to bed.
But yeah it hasn’t been great. Losing Mia in April was devastating. My best friend for a decade, the originator of my facebook page. And then seeing Milo being torn away. My depression has been worse than ever this year, and there were times when I really didn’t feel like I could keep going. It still feels like that sometimes. One day a day, ust trying to get through them.
I’m thankful for Bella and Luna coming into my life. Baby goats always make things better. I felt a connection with Luna right from that first day when she sat in my lap for the car ride. And Bella is a perfectly goat-headed goat, troublemaker with the best of them. And my Sky girl, a lot of the purpose I feel in my life now is just trying to make her as happy as possible after all she’s been through too.
Thankful for my growing friendship with Jeanette at the playgroudn too. That has meant a lot to me, I’m thankful to have someone who cares as much about the goats there.
And of course, you all. I can’t thank you enough. I’m not great at socializing and being reciprocative and present, but it means the world to me to have a place where I feel like people are about me. When i’m at my lowest I try to keep going, for the goats, for my family, and for you guys. I appreciate and value you greatly.
And now. I just wish the fireworks would stop. I hope the goats will get through the night okay. I hope we all will.
Here’s to hoping that 2024 will be easier, better, happier. Hoping for the best, hope you all have a good safe night now, and a good year ahead. Tomorrow’s another day, and presumably there’s another one after that and then we’ll see. I don’t have a lot of hope for the world, but I hope the best for some of us in it.
31/12 2023
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That’s all for now.