Yesterday Denmark played against England in the footie. I only watched a little bit, because Denmark’s friendly games are usually horribly boring. But the little bit I did see was okay. And I could follow it very well. Follow the ball around. I’m looking forward to the Danish football season starting up again in March, I’ll be able to follow Brøndby’s games much better. The benefits of better eyesights are many.

Also yesterday I tried my eyedrops for the first time since the secondary cataract treatment. The eyedrops that dilate the pupils and make things brighter. And I found that I can no longer use them. I still have problems with my vision getting darker and yellowy when I sit at the computer for a while. I used to use the eyedrops to brighten it, but now that my vision is clearer the dilation of the pupil makes everything blurry. Before when I used the drops the dilation didn’t really cause problems because my eyesight was already blurry. So it made no difference. Now it does. That’s too bad of course, but it’s also evidence that my eyesight has gotten a fair bit better so I’ll take it as a positive.

Meanwhile, in Goatsville: youtube.com/watch?v=zmXaBQe3yHM. Grethe being poorly and Magnethe stealing her food.

I just had an idea for a valentines card. A picture of Magnethe with a bunch of chewed up stalks and the text “I got you a dozen red roses, but I ated them all”. I think you’ll that’s the most romantic card anyone could wish for. If only I had someone to give it to.

Guess what I saw today?

I saw a great, big goat yawn. And a beautiful one it was. Magnethe let one rip. I love goat yawns. They are so funny and sweet. But I see them very rarely. It’s been years since I saw a really good one last. Not since all the eyesight business started at least. Of course that could be partially explained by the fact that I don’t go see the goats as often as I used to and that my eyesight has been so bad for periods that I could easily have missed some. But even before the sight troubles I stil rarely caught one. I can probably count the ones I’ve seen on two hands. I mean the really big, open wide llama looking ones. Today I got a really wonderful one.

It wasn’t all wonderful at the playground, though. Grethe was not feeling well. She’s been sick. When I got there she was lying down. And she didn’t even get up when she saw me. That’s how you know a goat isn’t feeling well. If they don’t come running to say hello then something is wrong. When the guy who was feeding them brought in a bucket of food she did get up and sniffed at it. But she didn’t eat anything. So Magnethe got all the food for herself. And did not object to that. A little later I went outside, and Grethe did follow me out. And she did nibble a little at some old bread I had brought. And she did walk around a little. So I think she’s getting better. I was told the vet would come check on her later. So I’m sure it’ll be okay. Hopefully she’ll be back to full strength again soon.

Nice goats. And I met nice humans on the trip too. Like the bus driver who welcomed me with a “come inside where it’s warm”. And the old lady on the trip home who came over and asked if I didn’t want a seat. And the other old lady who asked me if I needed help getting up the stairs. Nice and helpful people. I almost feel bad for walking around with the filter glasses and the cane. Because my eyesight has improved enough now that I really don’t need help. But I do still need to signal that I am sight handicapped, and the cane is really good for that. I still half expect someone to come up and say “HEY YOU’RE NOT BLIND AT ALL”. But then I’m always afraid of getting accused of stuff, even when I haven’t done anything. I was the kind of kid who’d turn beet red if the teacher was asking the class who drew the penis on the chalkboard. Even if I had nothing to do with it. I’d do really poorly in a police lineup. “Well, I don’t recognise him but number 3 LOOKS really guilty, officer”.

I didn’t do it.