A Quarter To Forever
Oops. I took a nap today. After holding out for so long. Too bad. I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t even tired. Just sad and needing an escape. Oh well. I will keep trying.
I should have listened to the song “No Time To Sleep” from Tina Dickow’s new album. Which I just happened to finally get my hands on today. A Beginning, A Detour, An Open Ending. It’s actually a collection of 3 EPs. Very good. Plume recommends. Not surprisingly. I think my favourite is He Doesn’t Know so far. But that might change after more listening.
Also today I managed to go see the goats.
They’re doing well. Although Magnethe is being a bit wild. Not just with Vanilje, but with me too. Maybe it’s because she is the leader of the pack now. Or maybe it’s because she’s pregnant? Which she hopefully is. But anyway, she was butting and pushing me a bit. Almost like Thor. I just hope they aren’t going to take her away for re-educating like him. It was only while I was walking around though, as soon as I sat down on the bench she was perfectly fine and calm.
When I got home I discovered a bruise on my leg.
It looks a little more dramatic than it is. Just a little bruised skin. But that’s what you get for thinking you’re the Lion Man.
And I promise I will never show you my horrible legs again.
New Sheepie is more calm.
No companions or lambs yet, but hopefully they’ll be along. I managed to get her to eat some leaves from my hand. She’s still a little nervous when you come right at her. But if you take it slow then she’ll let you close.
And she seems to enjoy being scratched on her head a lot.
In other news, mama is making soup on Sunday. Mama’s soup, the best thing there is. I can’t wait. Hopefully I’ll get a big pot of leftovers as well. That’ll keep the cold at bay.
October 2nd, 2008 at 3:14
It looks like you broke the skin instead! Did you put some medicine on it?
October 2nd, 2008 at 3:56
I have a small bruise on the top of my foot (by my little toe) where the donkey stepped on it by accident. She stepped on the same foot again yesterday. Now I’ve been nipped, kicked, and reared-up at by her on purpose, but this time it was an accident. Both of our feet wanted to be in the same place at the same time.
I’ve also gotten in the way of goatzie horns by accident. My hand reaching out the same time the goatzie decides to butt something. I’ve had hoof print bruises on my upper thigh when someone tried to use me as a balancing post so they could get apples. And a butt to the shin sure smarts a bit.
Got to be tough, LuisLemmings if you want to be around goats. Most of the time they don’t mean to be rough, but the squirt bottle filled with water might come in handy, Plume.
Might make Magnethe think twice about butting you too hard again. You don’t need to be mean, just show her that “you” are the alpha goat of the playground. She doesn’t need to be that bossy with anyone there anyway.
Miss Sheepie looks lonely. She’ll make up to you real soon, she wants a friend. I can tell these things, you know.
I take it you (or the playground people) know that sheepies aren’t supposed to eat the grain/pelleted food that the goats eat IF it has copper in it. Copper and sheepies don’t mix. We have some goat chow that is made especially for goats that has added copper in it. It says on the bag not to give to sheepies.
October 2nd, 2008 at 4:00
You haven’t said much about going on your trip to Greenland. Is it still on? Sometimes the things you don’t say tell me more than what you do say.
October 2nd, 2008 at 7:59
I can handle a room full of preschoolers. But goats—well, probably not. I’m not like you guys. I don’t have any experience with goats at all. So all the talk of buises and getting nipped, stepped on, and kicked scares the heebee jeebees out of me.
October 2nd, 2008 at 14:28
Preschoolers have teeth, you know, LuisLemmings!
October 2nd, 2008 at 17:22
I can handle teeth. It’s the ones who sneezes and coughs straight at your face!
The ones who do use their teeth is often the child with behavorial problems or communcation problems.
So unless the problems is resolved in a certain amount of time, he or she is usually placed in a special needs classroom with between 7 to 10 students. That’s where the child will get individualized attention.
And if the behavior stopped then he or she is mainstreamed back into a regular classroom.
We have one now being evaluated for severe ADD and Terett’s (sp?) syndrome. Plus, there are physical issues, too.
October 3rd, 2008 at 5:37
I’ve also had a goat sneeze in my face! Grain and hay breathe, yuck! The worst, after a goat sneeze, is when they try to wipe their nose on your pants leg.
I have a much larger tolerance for animals doing gross things to me/on me than I would with kids.
October 3rd, 2008 at 23:45
LuisLemmings – It’s not really broken through, maybe halfway through at places a little. It’s not bad enough to require medicine, I’m sure it’ll be fine.
A room full of preschoolers would be my worst nightmare! Or well maybe a room full of rowdy teenagers would be worse. Let’s just say that rooms full of people in general are not things I am fond of. I’d rather have a room full of goats, even if they sneezed on me.
Debster – I don’t think I’ll be asking Snickers out to dance, I’d end up foot-less! I’ve had a couple of accidental buttings as well. And I have been used as a stepping ladder when goats when sitting under yummu and hard-to-reach branches. And countless mud-stains. I tell myself “I’m not going to let the goats put their muddy feet on me because I don’t want to be doing laundry right now” and yet somehow I always end up with a muddy footprint or two. It’s not easy being a goat-lover!
I actually sort of like when they wipe their noses on me! It’s just too cute, I can’t get mad at them-
Maybe I’ll try the squirting bottle. Sigh. She used to be my sweet, little girl. They grow up to be rebelling teengoaters so fast eh.
October 4th, 2008 at 9:16
Oh and I didn’t know about the copper food no. But I’m sure the playgrounders do. Kurt has had goats and sheep for a million years, so I wouldn’t worry about that.
October 4th, 2008 at 14:33
Kurt doesn’t look that old!