Halloween VII: The Return Of Plume Ploomay
I think I am finally better now. I am still somewhat tired, but then lack of energy is a general problem for me so I think it’s just… normal.
Today I managed to get up at a decent hour and then I went and saw the goats. Much needed. Nothing makes me happy quite like spending time with them.
Let me share with you the joy.
The buck, looking out. He is a weirdo. It still seems like he doesn’t know how to bite. If you offer him an apple then he’ll try to suckle on it. But if you give him a bitesized piece then he’ll chew it just fine. He also seems a little afraid sometimes, sometimes when you walk towards him he’ll run away from you. But then other times he’ll come right to you and he has no problems with being touched at all. Also his ears are the longest, ever.
Magnethe on the bench.
Vanilje enjoying a good bunch of hay. The other goats will typically eat the hay from below when its put in that holder there. But of course Vanilje loves to jump up on things with her front legs, so she’ll eat from the top.
That’s a funny picture of Mads and Magnethe butting heads. The goats are (mostly) in focus and the rest of the world is blurry. It kinda makes it look like an action shot where the whole world is shaking as they clash horns. Look at the bigger version to fully appreciate it. I wish the goats had been completely in focus, then it would have been an awesome shot. You should add your own sound effects. Like “KAPOWW!!”.
More fall colours. Lovely leaves. I like that hedge there because it has both brown, green, yellow and inbetween sections. Almost like stripes, vertically. Again you might want to look at the big version to see it properly.
So that was really nice, getting out and about after the last few days where I have barely been out of the bed. At least that’s how it seems.
After seeing the goats I went to my parents’ house. I had promised to set up the TV and VCR. The channels were out of date. I ended up having to re-program both machines. Ages of inputting channels. Boring, monotonous work. Not only did I have to program the 50+ channels twice but I also had to type in the channel names twice. When I was done I felt almost like I was sick again. My kingdom for a bed. My energy is always quickly drained.
Yesterday my dad was over at my place. I got some good stories from his past. He collects stamps. And he told me about how he got started. He was just 13 when he started it. And he had some other funny stories about his childhood and Greenland. It was really nice to hear. I barely know anything about my parents and how their lives were before they had me and my brother. I have much to learn.
But that’s all for now. Don’t let the ghouls get ya. Happy halloween, pumpkineros.
November 1st, 2007 at 13:23
Getting to know your parents is such a gift. I wish I’d known my dad. As in, I knew him, but I never really *knew* him. I think about that with Raven sometimes. She’s gonna know me as mummy and probably have the same difficulty as the rest of the world and their parents understanding that mummy and daddy existed before her. But then, it does actually kinda feel like we didn’t – that she’s the one who brought life into life.
Anyways…
The funeral was really lovely. Honest and decent and respectful. Loads of beautiful flowers and so many people. It was a really good goodbye.
November 1st, 2007 at 13:34
I’ve heard bucks can sometimes be nice instead of aggressive. I think Mr. LongEars Buck is one of the nice ones.
Pretty fall colors. It has been colorful around here this week as well. The goats like to eat the leaves. They keep their pen cleaned up of any leaves that drop in.
Plumey: glad to hear you are feeling better. Hope Stu is feeling better, too. Both of you need not send any germs to LuisLemmings or me!
Desiree: I was hoping the funeral was a comfort to you. That’s the way they are supposed to be.
November 2nd, 2007 at 22:38
Desiree – Yes, I can relate to the “knowing without knowing”. I am glad I am starting to know more, and that I still have the chance.
I wonder if all this blogging and diaryland and livejournal and so on, if that will change it for the next generation. For “our” kids? Our parents didn’t write all this public stuff. Can you imagine Raven finding your diary in 15-20 years? Would you want to. It’s an interesting thought. I’d be fascinated no end if I could read about my parents lives like this. But then maybe t would be too much information at the end of the day.
I’m glad the funeral went well. It sounds lovely indeed, and you can’t ask for much more than that.
Debster – This here buck certainly isn’t very aggressive. Only sometimes if there’s food involved. Imagine that, a goat who likes food!
I think I’m all germ-free now.