Oh it is so hot. It is beach weather. The radio should be set to the Beach Boys channel. I should be eating an icecream cone and flapping my arms, not to fly but just to conjure up a breeze.

The playground work went fine yesterday. No mishaps. No goats escaping, no horses straying. Bodil came by, with her dog Lulu. Always nice to see her. She is a very kind woman. It’s nice to talk to her. It is a small miracle, this feeling of being known. Of being liked. Of being part of people’s lives, of being part of life. It might be hard to understand for people who have not tried being locked out of life. For people have not experienced the isolation, the fear of social situations. But when you have gone without the social contact then you appreciate it all the more. Like a blind person who can see again.

Everything around us is a miracle. We take most of them for granted, but really. The world is full of miracles. Imagine being deaf. Now every little sound is a miracle, every song, every bird chirping, every baby laughing. Imagine being blind. Now every colour is a miracle.

You get my drift? I’m not saying that you should go around and take everything in as miracles. But once in a while I think it’s good to sit down and appreciate the good things.

Like the sound of sheep baahing when they hear you at the playground. The lambs. They sound almost as silly as they look. They are so funny. I don’t think I could bond with them the same way I have bonded with the goats. If only for the fact that the sheep come and go, they don’t stay at the playground permanently. But they make me laugh, and that is another miracle. They are just ridicously silly and I love it.

They baah as soon as they sense you are there. The goats wait until you start unlocking their door. Then you hear them baah. Especially the kids. And when you get inside and Mads and Magnethe peek their heads up over the door and see you, then they baah too. I love those sounds.

Five more days then I have vacation. And also in five days I’ll be seeing Tina Dickow live. In Tivoli Friheden. Open air. The same place where I saw Swan Lee last year. I hope the busses won’t be as crowded this time. But I’m looking forward to it. My dad is even considering to go too. He’s interested in the fact that I went to school with Tina. That I know her. Maybe I can make a fan of him.

Okay, back to work Plume.

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