Boxing
Good goat times today.
The last normal Monday for a while. The next two ones will be severely abnormal.
But today was a normal goat day. A rainy morning, which the goats weren’t too happy about of course. It did die down eventually, so we didn’t have to spend all day inside at least. And we had some sweet visitors, some of the regular kids.
Oh and Bella is fully back to normal, she seems to be doing just fine.
And I just tried to enjoy my goat time. I am not sure how much I’ll be able to see them the coming two weeks. I hope all the moving business will be going so smoothly that I’ll have the capacity to do some goat trips, but I may need to focus my energy closer to home. We will have to see.
Right now I’m going to focus my energy on some soup. Cold rainy days, good soup weather at least.
27/10 2025
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This is how I found Sky in the morning. I was happy to see her sitting all cozily inside while it rained, despite the big girls being in the house. Supports my theory that when I am not there and they are not competing for attention and treats, then it all goes more smoothly. She can sit in the house with them. That is good.
27/10 2025
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Jeanette brought branches from home. Yum! Here’s Sky and Bella working on the them in the background, while Luna is trying to keep her feetsies dry.
27/10 2025
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Monday is winding down.
A week from now I will have the keys.
And hopefully the puzzle will be nearing completion. Here’s to hoping.
But I’ve been talking so much about the move. Let’s do a What’s Lasse Watching report.
Starting with reading, not watching. I just started Vagabond, Tim Curry’s memoir. I was excited for this. My first impression wasn’t the best, though. Because Tim is reading it himself and as you may can imagine, his voice is a little rough. He’s old and he had that stroke. it’s a slow, unsure voice. At first I wasn’t sure if this would be pleasant to listen to. And maybe pleasant isn’t the word. But as I always say, when you listen to autobiographies narrated by the author, it really adds something to it. and it sure does here too. Once you get used to the slow pace and frail voice, it’s hard not to find it touching. And charming. It’s Tim Curry, for curries sake. Show me the person who doesn’t find Tim Curry charming, and I’ll show you a cryptobro who thinks it’s cool when ICE spreads dread among people.
So far it’s as fascinating as you’d imagine.
It will take a while to get through, but next in the queue is the new Joe Hill book, King Sorrow. Joe Hill is of course the son of Stephen King, and I have really anjoyed all his previous books. So I’m looking forward to this one.
On the TV and movies front I haven’t watched much in a long time. My attention has been on other things and I have either been spending my time focusing on losing teeth or moving houses, or wasting time trying to get my mind off it. So not much progress there. But I do have just finished the newest season of Futurama. And anjoyed this season a lot more than the last (2?) seasons. My favourite of the newest reboot. And I have a lot of love for that universe and those characters.
I have started the new season of Matlock too. It took me a little while to get going on it. Because there were some really dreadful news coming out from that set and it has tainted the whole show to a degree. But after watching a couple of episodes, I am still very much enjoying watching Kathy Bates. The last episodes I watched had some really good oldMatlock nudges and even though I wasn’t a big fan of the original Matlock show, it still made me smile. Kathy Bates remains a favourite of mine. Hope she’ll write a memoir and narrate it herself some day.
On the music front I haven’t delved into anything significant new. Mostly just listening to Frank Turner and David Bowie.
And that’s that’s that.
PS Please get Jerry Espenson on Matlock, thanks.
27/10 2025
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Phew. I did some hard physical labour today.
Today as the day when I was going to clear out my storage room. Haven’t been down there in .. probably close to 10 years. I thought I had a couple of empty cardboard boxes down there. I thought it would take 10 minutes to clear it out.
I was wrong.
I was right about there being boxes. I was just wrong about the number of boxes. Instead of a couple of boxes, there were like a hoarder’s lifetime supply of boxes. Boxes of old computer, old TVs, aold appliances. So many boxes. And big ones too.
Oh boy. My dad came with me, since I haven’t been down there for so long I just felt better not being alone with hit. And we had planned to get it done and go downtown to visit thrift stores and charity shops so I could look at maybe some new old furniture.
Well, clearing the storage room took a couple of hours. So many boxes to break down. And plastic bags and package filling material. There was a lot to organize and break down. And haul out to the paper trash containers.
When we were done, dad was completely worn out. I should have done a better job of telling him not to help. I did tell him not to help anymore, several times. But he did help break down boxes. I should have been more insistant that he just watched. It was hard work hauling it all around breaking it down, but I could have done it all by myself.
It was nice to have him there, if nothing else than for the company. And the furniture shopping will have to wait.
But yeah, that was harder than I had expected. But now it’s done, storage unit cleared out and swept.
Today I also got a package from the new internet provider. The emergency mobile broadband package. I haven’t looked at it all yet, but hopefully it’s all good and hopefully I can make it work and hopefully I will have internet in the new apartment next week. Because I’ll be in the new apartment next week. Eek. It’s so. Close. Now. i am scared. But I also really just want to get get through it, get it all done. Be done.
Now I’m going to rest for the rest of the day.
28/10 2025
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“I’m afraid it’s started to rain again”
Rest in peace, Prunella Scales. Her chemistry, or should I say lack of it, with John Cleese on Fawlty Towers still makes me laugh. It may not be a show for today’s uadiences, but it is still my favourite.
oh I know.
28/10 2025
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Not much green left for Bella.
28/10 2025
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Well, you can’t win ’em all. Today was kind of a bust.
As I mentioned yesterday, I had planned to go look at furniture in second-hand shops. But ended up fighting cardboard boxes instead.
So today. Dad and I went downtown together. And .. it was a waste of time, unfortunately.
We started off by visiting the store where dad used to do volunteer work before he had to stop. Even though he wasn’t sure if they had furniture there, he still wanted to stop by it. Unfortunately it was closed.
We walked on. Passing a thrift store, so we went in. No furniture there. So we proceeded to one of the stores on my list. They also did not have furniture, despite the fact that I had researched beforehand and I’m pretty sure their website said they do have furniture.
Alright.
While we were waiting for a bus, dad spotted a furniture store on the other side of the road. We went over there. They didn’t have much, I think they were in the middle of turning into another kind of store, so barely any furniture left. Nothing I could use.
Alright. We proceeded on the bus for a bit and got off. And then I sent us walking in the completely wrong direction for a while. Oops. At least we got some exercise. We were looking for the last store on my list. I feel a little bad for draggging dad along on a wild goose cheese. But having him there came in handy because he had no problem stopping random people on the street to ask for help. I’m severely introverted and don’t like talking to strangers. But dad has no problem with that. We asked liked five people while we walked around, got various dirctions. I tell you what, I say a lot of bad stuff about smartphones and all that, but having a device in your pocket where you can type in an address and get directions and maps, I admit that’s pretty handy. Almost makes me want to get one. No quite tho.
Anyway. Eventually after circling back and wandering around, we did find the store. And it was closed, despite it being past noon and their site saying they open at 9 am.
So yeah. That was a waste of time. But at least I got to spend the time with dad and just walk around, that’s not so bad.
There’s actually a second hand store right next to the goat playground, so I am going to try to see if I can find my way into that. But right now it’s looking like I won’t be getting new furniture. I am too tired now. There are only like 4 days until my life turns completely around and everything becomes very challenging and important. I need some rest.
I really could use a new tv/computer bench/table. I love the one I have, I spend all my time sitting here at the computer on this thing. But it’s getting really rickety. Feels like it could fall apart any moment. I hope it will survive being moved. I need something new.
Anyway. I feel a little bad for dragging dad along, He’s slow and he’s got his cane and I think I tired him out. Not least after also tiring him out yesterday with the storage room fun. I appreciate how eager he is to help me with things. There are limits to what he can do these days, but he still wants to drop everything he’s doing to come help if he can.
I did get something out of the day. In the morning I got a package, a big heavy one. More plastic storage boxes. Got a bunch now, ready for the move.
And then I got a Pepsi&Protein delivery. With some cake.
And I received my SIM card for the mobile broadband modem. So now it should be set to go on Monday, I hope it will work so I can have internet in the new apartment right away. Here’s to hoping. It’s an emergency plan that I will be using until they upgrade the wiring on December 5th.
Now I’m going to relax. And have that cake. And pretend that everything isn’t about to change in a big way.
Gulp.
29/10 2025
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An argument isn’t just saying no it isn’t.
Yes it is.
NO IT ISNT.
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I swear one of these days a political debate is going to end in a guy in a suit of armour walking on stage and hitting the debaters with a dead chicken.
It’s funny how the real world has slowly slipped into Monty Python sketch absurdism.
29/10 2025
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Hope they haven’t sladhed the budget for paper towel aid…
29/10 2025
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Only goats make sense.
29/10 2025
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Good goat times today. Rainy day. Rainy walk there, rainy walk home. But at least there was a break in the rain for a bit while I was there.
Lots of visiting kids, and Jeanette making pancakes again. Not on the campfire, due to the rain. But she had some mobile stove unit or something. I didn’t get any pancakes, but she did give me a band-aid because i cut my finger on the door lock.
Other than that it was just getting in my good goat love. I am not sure how much i will be able to be with them the next two weeks. I would like to think that the move will go so smoothly and without problems that i’ll have the strength and energy to go visit. But it’s possible and perhaps more likely that I won’t see them for a bit. The next weeks are going to be very challenging for me. I will have to see how it goes.
Add to that, Jeanette is going on vacation now. So I almost certainly won’t see her for two weeks now. that sucks. But two weeks from now I’m sure everything will be great!
When I was leaving I passed by one of the visiting kids. He was literally down on the ground laying in a puddle of water. A big puddle of water. Bigger than he was. It was like he was trying to swim in a shallow pool. He was rolling around in it and having a jolly good time. I feel for his adult minders, I’m sure they have their hands full!
Now it’s time for some soup, tis the season.
30/10 2025
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Here’s how I found Sky this morning. Again, happy she is okay to sit inside with the others whenI am not there.
30/10 2025
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Not just goat times today. I also tried to do furniture shopping again.
I mentioned there’s a second-hand store next to the goat playground.
Helle told me that it’s really big and has lots of furniture. And there’s another store very close.
So I went through the rain to check it out. Unfortunately it was closed. Despite their website saying it would be open. I think these second-hand charity places mostly run by volunteers, so I guess you can’t completely trust the open hours stated.
I went to the other store and it was closed too. But their open hours wasn’t until later, so that makes sense.
Anyway, no furniture for me, again. I think they window to get something before I move may be closed. I need the next three days to just be calm and relaxing. I need to gather strength for next week, because it’s going to get difficult for me. Maybe if everything goes well next week and I get my small bits moved over quick and easy, maybe I can find time and strength to go back and check the store. Otherwise maybe i’ll try after the move is completely. It would have been smart to get the furniture delivered to my new place before moving over stuff from the old place. But ah well. I can always get rid of the stuff I move over from my old place, if I get new stuff.
I’m tired of going to stores that are closed, though!
30/10 2025
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For the Keiko level subscribers, Luna says hi. A berryfall for good luck.
30/10 2025
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Today I got a phonecall from a “Chloe” something. She was calling from “Blockhain”. And it was regarding my “Bitcoin account”.
So I’m sure you’ll be happy to know you’re about to be friends with a gazillionaire!
She did seem to get a little annoyed as I kept repeating what she said back to her just phrased as a question. Apparently she didn’t know how to consult with someone who doesn’t know what bitcoin is.
Eventually she hung up on me. Pretty rude way to treat a soon-to-be rich dude!’
30/10 2025
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It’s Friday.
And it’s very scary.
Oh and I think it’s Halloween?
But that’s not why it’s scary, of course. It’s scary because it’s the last day of October. And November is terrifying.
But I’m just going to try to relax. The really spooky stuff starts Monday.
Happy Halloweenie everyone.
31/10 2025
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31/10 2025
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Well, Firday is winding down. So is October.
I am quite scared. And still not because of Halloween.
But it’s a split between being scared of Monday and then the feeling “well you can’t stop it, so just let it happen and deal with it as it comes”. It’s almost time.
I have some stuff that needs doing tomorrow. Hopefully no bad surprises. I am a little hesitant about the fact that I will have two apartments in November. Hopefully no hiccups because of that. I was thinking like them turning off my power and stuff because their system thinks i’m not here anymore. Or whatever. I have been assured that won’t happen.
I am nt sure how hard next week will be. Theoretically I don’t have that stuff to move. But I have a hard time grasping exactly how much work it will be. Not that much stuff to move, but I don’t have the kart yet and I’m not sure how much i can fit in it. How much I should fit in it. How many trips it will take. Should I try to get it all done as quickly as possible in a day or two. Or take my time all week. A
nd how hard will it be mentally? I am so set in my ways, my life has been sheltered in this cave. Now I have to pull the roots up. Rip my life apart. And yes I just have to move it next door and put it back together there. But still. Almost twenty years here. Everything settled here. I think it may affect me to have to take it all apart like this.
But i guess I’ll see.
So far it’s looking like the pieces will fit in the puzzle. Crossing all my fingers for there to not be any unforeseen surprises.
As opposed to foreseen surprises?
Anyway. It’s almost here now, and I can’t stop it. Gotta march on ahead.
Into bed for now.
31/10 2025
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Hello, November. Please be gentle with me.
Anxiety is reaching peak levels. Monday is terrifyingly close. It’s that part in the horror movie where the monster is fully revealed and it’s lumbering slowly towards you with its arms stretched out and it’s going braaaaains. And you’re frozen to the spot and everything is slow motion and the violins are screeching.
Not to be overly dramatic or anything.
Well, it’s fine. it’s inevitable. I will smack the Monday zombie over the head with a shovel when it reaches me.
Today has been fairly productive actually. I got on the bike and did an hour and change. Trying to keep up with it, but it’s hard right now. Don’t know how much i’ll be able to exercise the next couple of weeks. As with the other things I have talked about, it’s going to depend on how much time and energy I have. The new apartment is first priority and I will just have to see what kind of capacity I have for other stuff.
Hopefully the move will go fairly smoothly and once I’m settled in then I can start foucsing more on getting healthier again. Right now I’m treating myself to get through the days.
One day a day, and wherever you go there you will be.
I’m going to try to relax for the rest of the day, and tomorrow. The physical exertion has burned off some of the nervous energy of the anxiety. Although I feel it rising again. I’m going to be a wreck tomorrow.
But hey! I’m close to finish line. Actually crossing it will take like a week, and after that there will be a couple of weeks with things to deal with. But I’m getting somewhere. And I guess that’s good.
Need to insert food in my mouth now in order to produce energy for the meatbag that carries around my AI, actual intelligence.
Alright alright alright. I can do this. Probably.
*The Walking Dead theme plays*
1/11 2025
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Also today I got the shopping cart I will be using to move stuff over to the new place. Helle is occupied with business in Copenhagen, but her friend Ingrid, who lives in the same building as me, just the next entryway.
Sidenote, I just googled to find the English word for “opgang”. I’m not sure what the best word is. The buildings here are large apartment blocks and in each building there are 5.. sections? Rises? So, there are 5 front doors, one for each section. What do you call those sections in English? Well, I’m still not sure. But one of google’s suggestions for similar searches that other people are doing was “hvad hedder numse på Amerikans” which means “how do you say butt in American”. So, bottom’s up!
Anyway, sorry. I got sidetracked. My point is Ingrid is my neighour, not in my sectiion but in the next section. Same building.
Alright. Anyhoo. Point is, Ingrid had one of the shopping carts too, and Helle got me in touch with her and today Ingrid came over and gave me the shopping cart. So now i have that ready for the move.
Not sure how many trips I’ll need to take back and forth. I don’t have that much stuff. I could probably get it done in a day. But I’m not going to pressure myself too much. I have time.
I probably won’t move anything Monday. I’ll be getting the keys a quarter to two. There’s going to be an inspection, not sure how long that will take. Wouldn’t think too long. After that I’ll want to just.. take it in. I want to try to visualize how I’m going to place my stuff.
Have I written about that? I’ve been meaning to, but i can’t remember if I actually got it written down or if it’s one of the thought trains that got derailed by anxiety and other stuff. Anyway, the short version is that I have lived in this current place for 18 years, and for most of that time I have had my furniture in the same spots. So when I’m in the new apartment I’m going to try to visualize it, see if I want to have the same kind of layout of furniture, or if I want to change it up. Part of that will depend on how well the magic curtains keep out the sunlight. If they completely block out all sun, then I can place things without worrying about glare on the screen.
Anyway. Once I’ve done a bit of visualizing like that, then I’ll probably want to take some pictures and videos. And then I’ll probably go back to the old place and spend the rest of the day editing that and posting annoying posts on facebook and having soup and thinking about things.
And then Tuesday the first order of business will be getting one of my old computers and stuff connected to it moved over to the new place. And then hook up the internets and hope that it all works. I need to do that first in case it needs troubleshooting and support calls and junk like that.
Once, hopefully, the internet works, then I can start moving all my other stuff over.
Although I will leave stuff that I use a lot. I figure Tuesday and maybe Wednesday I will move most of the unimportant stuff over. And then Sunday I will move over the rest of the stuff, the stuff I use more or less daily.
Except for the crucial essentials, I’ll leave those for Monday morning the 10th and move those over before Helle and company shows up to move my bigger stuff.
That’s my plan. Subject to change. It’s nice that I have a whole week from the 3rd to the 10th. Should be plenty of time to get it all sorted, without too much stress.
Other than the inevitable stress that my anxious mind will force upon myself.
but it should be okay.
Right?
Sorry to constantly yearn for validation from you all! But I appreciate all your support and kindness. I feel that i have a lot of people rooting for me, and that feels good. The positive energy helps me along.
One day a day, and the day will come.
1/11 2025
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goatlog
2/11 2025
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It is Sunday. And time is pretty much up.
Just running out the clock now. Tomorrow, everything changes. Tomorrow is the end of days. The end is the beginning. Tomorrow begins a new chapter.
And it still looks like the pieces are going to fit in the puzzle and that it could be okay
But I am still terrified of facing it, dealing with it, the things that could go wrong. New people, new places. I do not like new things. Dealing with real life and things that have consequences. I’m not a fan of that.
But I’m not going to spend today yelling at immovable objects, or clouds farting in the sky. I’m going to sit on my ass and pretend everything’s fine, and hopefully it will be.
I want today to be over and I want it to never end.
Heart pounding, can’t breathe. Well, I must be breathing, otherwise I probably wouldn’t be typing this. Too bad I don’t have stethoscope. Dammit, Jim, I’m scruffy lookign goat herder, not a doctor. I don’t know if I’m breathing or not.
Deep breath.
Tick tock.
2/11 2025
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Well alritey then.
There goes Sunday.
There goes the week.
There goes normalcy.
I do apologise for all the over-dramatization. But this is my mind, this is how I deal. It must be nice to have an uncomplicated mind. To face things without worry, to not have doubt and fear. To just deal with things as they come and not make a big deal of it.
I have a very fatalistic mind. Full of anxiety and worry and doubt and fear and a constant need for validation as assurance. And I can’t switch it off. Even if I know things will be fine, even if I know from experience that the worry is almost always way worse than the actual thing. I still can’t help it.
And writing stuff down helps me process it and I will usually go into long stupid rants and flowery exaggerations. Just writing down “I am worried” doesn’t really help.
But anyway. Tomorrow should be fine. Hopefully everything will go smoothly, and he it is a little exciting to get to see my new apartment, for the first time without someone else’s stuff in it. To get an idea of where my future lies. As long as there aren’t bad surprises then tomorrow shouldn’t be too hard. Tuesday will be the start of the real work with the internet and moving stuff over.
Thank you all for listening, and for the support. It means a lot to me. Hopefully tomorrow I can show you the view from 6 floors up. Keep watching the skies.
La la la. I wonder if I’ll get any sleep tonight. I’m going to be a nervous wreck. But it’s alright. I’ll cross that finish line. A cannonberry run.
2/11 2025
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That’s all for now.