You remember Tina Dickow, right? Her concert here in Århus is coming up soonish. The one that I didn’t get tickets for because I was busy feeling sorry for myself. There’s a contest on her website where you can win tickets to her concerts. I am crossing my fingers.

You have to write something, a poem or a song or a continuation of one of her songs or something. As long as it’s written. I’m looking at my old poetry site. I can’t believe how bad most of it is. A different lifetime. And yet, as my dad and mom are arguing I feel like I’m back to being that bitter, sad teenager. Some feelings still linger. And in all the bad poetry there are still little lines and thoughts that I like. So I’m picking from that and rearranging and rewriting. Retconning the past.

Here is what I came up with:

Dreaming of pretty flowers
always burning
dreaming of pretty faces
always crying
shadows of the past
frozen in memory

in the shade of what once was
I hear you laugh
I look at you
that’s all I do
live in the past
pretty flowers fade fast

Dancing in the sunshine
screaming on the inside
I am losing my voice
lying in a bed that’s not mine
a thin white line

every day closer to the end
every day farther away
I keep losing
I keep losing you
that’s all I do
your name written in the dust on my table
living in the past
why do you fade so fast?

So there. Bleh. I should spend more time on it, tickets are at stake! But I’m tired of fighting a lost cause. I still want to write songs some day. I will be better when there is music in the air.

More interestingly, here are pictures from today’s fun with the tiny goat kids!

Aw, little 3B. Those four pictures make a good slideshow. You know, like when you have a pad of paper and then at the bottom you have a picture on each individual page and then you flip through them real quick.

He bit my nose! 3B. He was licking at my cheek and on my glasses and then he licked on my nose and then chomp! He chewed on my nose. It hurt a tiny little bit and it made me laugh.

And he looks just like a tiny little copy of Mathilde.

And my legs are sore because they have been pounded by tiny little goat feet. Climbing all over me. One will climb up in my lap and then another will climb on top of that one and I’m convinced they’re trying to make a human pyramid. Only with tiny little goat kids instead of humans.

But let’s not forget Vanilje and Nougat.

And let’s not forget 3B.

And let’s not forget Vanilje

But let’s not forget Magnethe either.

She’s almost wider than she’s long! Hehe. She did get up for the feeding but then she quickly collapsed down again. And for a while she was lying like that with her head in the bucket. If it hadn’t been for the movement of the head and the munching sounds you might even have thoughts she’d passed out. She should be giving birth any day now.

Bodil was there today. With her dog Lulu. And there was another older lady. And Bodil was talking to her about me. Saying really nice, complimentary things. Like how shy Mathilde used to be, until I made her tame. I used to think that, while I helped her, it was probably the fact that she got Magnethe that made her really confident and such. But now I’ve learned that Magnethe wasn’t her first kid. So I guess it really was mostly my work. Maybe not. But I’m insanely proud of it anyway. She’s just such a lovely goat. And a wonderful mother. She’s not aggressive towards anyone at all, she just sort of keeps an eye on everything and if her kids start screaming or there’s a lot of commotion then she’ll come over and check to see that everything is okay. And of course most of the human kids are a bit afraid of the big goats, so if she comes over then they’ll move away or at least quiet down. It’s kinda funny actually, like Mathilde just gives them a look that says “don’t make me come over there”. Hehe. That’s good parenting.

That’s all folks. The easter holiday is over. Back to work tomorrow. I’m not altogether happy about that. But I hope it’ll go okay. I’m still quite tired and sore, but nothing ventured nothing gained. See you soon, mes petites sombreros.

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