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Good goat times today. Apart from when I knocked my head up in the shelter-roof, nearly knocked myself out. Haven’t done that in a while.
But a beautiful day. High summer. Upwards of 26C/78F. That’s a scorcher for Denmark. The sun roasting us. Lots of sitting around with sweet, tired goats.
I must admit I got a little annoyed, as I kept trying to sneak over and sit with Sky. I figure once the two big girls settle down and are just relaxing and we aren’t doing anything, then they won’t mind if i just get up and go sit with Sky. But nooo. Of course. As soon as I sit down with Sky, I look over and there’s either Bella or Luna who has gotten up and is coming towards us. Sheesh. Eventually i had to get Sky into the other pen and lock the gate so we could get to sit together in peace for a while.
But everyone got their Lasse time. And their treats. And we had sweet visitors too. Kids in the pen, saying hi to the goats.
It was a really beautiful summer’s goat day, I just wanted to have that. Before I force myself to deal with the dental situation.
18/8 2025
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Sun blissed and Luna kissed.
18/8 2025
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Bright light bright light!
The sun shines on the Sky.
18/8 2025
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I’m just gonna rest my eyes… Bella, always the tireddest goat.
18/8 2025
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Did you know if someone is looking grumpy or sad in Denmark there’s a saying that goes “Who peed on your sugar sandwich?”.
So, anyway
19/8 2025
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But what?
17/8 2025
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Nothing but blue skies ahead, baby.
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20/8 2025
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“Are you going to finish that?!”
Red Sonja wants some of sky’s tomato.
20/8 2025
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I’m not doing super great.
Wishfully thinking that I could fix the teeth problem by switching from dental floss to the little ‘christmas tree’ brushes. The dentist gave me samples of both and told me I could see what worked best for me. I’ve been mostly using the floss. But neither seems to make much diference now. I need painkillers to feel okay. I just really really really don’t want to deal with the dentist again. But I know I have to. No way around it. I have to get on that.
I have been self medication with otc painkilelrs and unhealthy eating and skipping exercises. Not great. Too much iced cream. And I unfortunately discovered that my delivery service has freshly baked goods. I got myself a raspberry pie. It was pretty good. But I don’t really like raspberry too much. I wish they had cherry pie. But maybe it’s better they don’t, or I’d just end up getting that all the time.
But yeah I’m bloating up and depressed and in pain. So that’s not great. But I’ll try to steer the Lasseboat in a better direction, turn things around.
My mother is off to the hospital for a couple of days. To do sleep apnea tests at night. She’s previously tried doing it at home on her own, but there was some issue with the machine so she’s going to stay overnight at the hospital.
My dad is off on a ‘relief stay’. Because of his condition my mother has the option of letting him stay in a care place for some days every yeah. And he doesn’t want to be alone at home, especially at night. So he’s going off to stay at the care place while mom’s gone.
I was talking to him a few days ago and he kept saying that mom was going away ‘on a course’. I had to tell him that she was staying at the hospital. It’s scary to see his memory slipping more and more. Used to be he would forget things between conversations. Now he forgets them during conversations. It’s uncommon that he tells me the same things 2 or 3 times.
Last week when he was trying to get up to my apartment he got lost in a construction site next to me. The works have closed off teh route he normally uses to get here. He ended up walking onto the site and worker stopped him and told him it was illegal to be there, that it could be dangerous and he could be fined. Thankfully he go here ok in the end.
The housing org sent out a warning that they’d be closing that route.. several days after it had been done. I had to go that way to get to the bus when I went to the doc on Thursday. If my father hadn’t told me what had happened I wouldn’t have know that route was closed, i probably would have missed my bus.
Anyway. Enough complaining. Things aren’t great but they could always be worse. And a lot of it can get better. We’ve had some beautiful sunny days. So that’s good.
20/8 2025
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On a brignter, distracting note. I really love Will Ferrell’s Harrey Carey.
20/8 2025
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Goat thoughts, do you think it?
20/8 2025
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Ugh. Facebook made me turn on professional Mode to keep my followers. I like having public posts and having people able to follow my public posts. Can’t have that anymore without Professional Mode.
Apparently Professional Mode is supposed to give your private profile some of the same tools that a Page has. Unfortunately it doesn’t look like the inbox is one of those tools. If there’s one thing I would like to have access to on my personal profile, it’s an inbox like the goat Page has. Being able to get all your comments and replies in an inbox and being able to react and eply to everything like that.. it’s so helpful and so nice. ESPECIALLY when you have notification problems. On the goat page i will rarely miss a comment because it all just goes in the inbox. Here on my private profile I miss comments all the time. Even when notifications are working better, like right now, it’s still easy to miss stuff. And when notifications aren’t working properly it’s impossible not to miss stuff. I really really wish that Facebook would bring the inbox to private profiles.
And I hope this Professional Mode won’t mess things up too much. I am not interested in monetizing anything. On the goat page they are constantly hassling me to monetize, constantly telling me that now I’m ellgiible to monentize like this to promote like that. I hope they won’t start doing that on my private profile too.
Anyway. Sorry bout the rant. I don’t like change, not on facebook either.
UPDATE: after looking around in the tools a bit, there is some kind of comment manager. I don’t think it’s near as good as the Page inbox, but it might be helpful.
Alright I’m done with the boring stuff.
20/8 2025
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Good goat times today. The weather has cooled down a little. But when the sun is out it’s still quite nice.
Luna was in a mood today. She has a temper sometimes. When you have food in your hands and you’re walking with it, she’ll do little grunts that sound like angry growls, and she’ll try to get at the food, and maybe even push you. She managed to know the bowl of breakfast out of my hand so half of it spilled on the ground. Sheesh.
And later she was lunging at the chickens a lot. Not just when they were really close, but she’d go after them if they even looked at her. And a couple of time she even lunged after chickens there weren’t there! And when we got visitors in the pen I had to keep a close eye, and sometime hands, on her to make sure she didn’t butt the kids. She was doing little angry growls while headbutting with Bella too.
She’s so sweet and cute and the best hugger, but yeah that temper isn’t great. She has almost tripped me over a couple of times while walking down the hill with their breakfast. I tried using the water bottle on her today to teach her not to be aggressive like that. She definitely respects that water bottle, but I’m not sure if she’s getting the lesson. I’m just worried she’ll be headbutting people, I already have to be on guard when there are kids in the pen and Jeanette has told me that some of the other staffers are getting scared of feeding the goats. Sigh. Sky is the perfect gentle goat, perfect petting goat. Bella doesn’t get aggressive in anyway, but she will sometiems get up and run away if people are too eager while petting her. That’s better than headbutting them!
Oh and one human kid got a knock on the head, but not from goats. He stood up and knocked his head on the roof-shelter, like I did the other day. He said he was ok, so hopefully he was okay.
Another kid was asking me about Luna “why is she so angry?!”. While Luna was charging chickens near and far.
Oh and someone has stolen Jeanette’s campfire stuff. She can still light up a fire in the firespot, but she had stuff she used to cook and other things, they’re gone now. Fkkers.
But i had a good time with the goats, and now I will have some soup time and it will be good.
21/8 2025
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Hide yo kids, hide you chickens.
21/8 2025
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Chicken but what?
(I was sitting there hoping Sonja would get closer so I could get a good funny photo. Instead I got this)
21/8 2025
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Sometimes it feels like fighting a depression is like punching clouds. Doesn’t matter how hard you hit, it just flows around you. Even if it doesn’t make sense for it to be there, you can’t just push it away. Your hands just sink into it and like quicksand it draws you further in.
Or something, I don’t know.
My teeth are doing a bit better. But not good enough. I’m planning on calling the dentist on Monday, and we’ll see.
Got a reply back from the housing association about the problem with their system that shows you the heat/water/electricity usage. I mentioned that, right? Anyway, they said it was a problem on their end. So at least it’s not something wrong on my end. But they couldn’t say when it would be fixed. I’d been paying real close attention to how much hot water I was using, I’d been trying to use less. It annys me I can’t keep track now. But ok. Worse things happen at sea.
Weather is cooling down now. The really hot summer days may be over for this year. Summer is winding down. Feels like a blur, and most of it not great. But the goat times have been good.
I’m out of iced creams. So that’s good. I’m planning on having pizza today, having noodles tomorrow. And then Monday I’m definitely for sure fore real getting back on the health track and taking care of my teeth and I’ll totally duh-winning.
And so on and so forth.
UPDATE: I did just get some good news. The blood tests came back and my blood sugar only went up by a little. I was worried they had gotten so high that it would be an issue, but they’re still in the okay range. So that’s fine. That’s a relief.22/8 2025
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when we ‘re dancing horn to horn.
22/8 2025
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Luna contains multitudes. Here’s the sweet hugging version.
22/8 2025
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Time to walk the night. Step off the plank and dive into the sea of dreams. Catch the big fish and ride the wave. A railway track off the horizon. Choo choo choo, next stop this town.
Say goodnight to the folksy.
23/8 2025
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It is. A new day?
it is. A new dawn?
And I’m feeling. ?
23/8 2025
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Jeanette with some fresh greens for the goats. We’ll miss the greens when they’re gone.
23/8 2025
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I am floundering. I am a salmon on the mountain. I’m a halibut what? I let Jesus take the eel. I’m a cod in the machine. I’m just squidding. I’m here in the whale.
Something’s fishy in the state of Denmark.
23/8 2025
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I miss Grandma. Well, I miss them all.
23/8 2025
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24/8 2025
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Digging through some old stuff and found some old photos of me and Peter as kids. I’m pretty sure I’ve posted them some tiem before, but hey here’s a cute collage. I’m in the striped blouse and Peter is the blonde. A million years ago. All that old furniture and wallpaper, it all brings back so many memories.
24/8 2025
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Gone off the painkillers today, to get an accurate assesment tomorrow of my status.
Not too bad right now, but I can feel the throbbing increase. I’ll see where i’m at tomorrow. Maybe it’ll miracously be okay and I won’t have to go the dentist and then I’ll win the lottery and buy a little island off the coast of Costa Rica and so on and so forth.
Generally feeling sad and frustrated. But I’ll try to get on the better path tomorrow. The world between worlds.
24/8 2025
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That’s all for now.