There were no lambs waiting for me when feeding the animals yesterday. But there was one cat.

Meowing at the back door. That is Nina’s new MO. Previously she used to meet me at the front door. Often rolling around on her her back until I got the door unlocked and she’d go inside with me. But now she usually shows up at the back door and meows until I let her in.

She was quite sneaky today. I always let her stay inside while I feed the animals. Today it started raining just as I came back to let her outside. I picked her up and carried her out and sat her down. Then I turned around to walk back inside. And swoosh came the kitty darting inside. She didn’t appreciate being put out in the rain. I had to insist though, as always. She’d set off the alarm if I let her stay in. She’s got a private entrance to the bunny house, though, so she doesn’t suffer.

Vanilje and Magnethe eagerly awaiting their dindins.

And the sheep. The black on sitting down. The white one coming up to check me out. You can tell she’s the confident one. When I put down the bucket with the food she pushed the black one away. Not roughly like Magnethe does to Vanilje. But just a gentle prod that clearly stated “I got dibs on this”. I brought another bucket so they could have one each. They seemed happy with that. Not like the goats who always push each other around no matter how many buckets they have.

It’d be funny if people acted like that in restaurants. We should make a sketch out of that.

Here is a nice evening:

Walking home from dinner with the parents on Friday. Setting sun somewhere to the east. Or wherever the sun sets.

Also, it is now hazel season. The nuts have started falling. And I’m not talking about the US election either. Hazelnuts, the goats just love them. And I just love the sound of them being crushed and crunched. youtube.com/watch?v=aXoDFxJP76I. Magnethe doing her part.

That’s all for now. On Wednesday I have the vent people coming over to check the vents. Between 8 am and 4 pm. So that’s nice and specific. Hopefully they’ll come soon and be done quickly.

I managed to sleep quite well last night. Imagine that. Today I had parents with the dinner, and vice versa. Tick, tock, three weeks till the Greenland trip.

Got a couple of prepatory things done. One was a sticker from the postal service saying “please no advertisements”. Every weekend we get a big stack of ads. If you don’t take them in then it’s a dead give away that you are not at home. The stack is so big that usually it doesn’t come through my mail slot. The delivery guy just lets it hang in the slot, or even just throws it outside my door. All the burglars will know I’m gone. So I went to the post office to stop the ads. You have to fill in a form and show ID and everything. Then I got a neat little sticker, which now resides on my front door. The brochure said it could take up to 2 weeks before it works, the lady at the counter at the post office said 3 weeks. So it’ll be just in the nick of time. If it works. You’d think the delivery boy could just see the sticker and not leave the ads, but I guess there’s a whole system to it and it takes time to update it. Or something.

What are they call? Ads? If they’re on TV then they’re commercials. Whattaya call that big stack of leaflets and pamphlets and stuff. Advertisements? I feel like there is a word that I am failing to grasp. I hate when that happens. Oh well. You know what i’m saying right?

It’s such an incredible waste by the way. It’s 2008 and we still can’t make some kind of system where you sign up for the advertisements you actually want, or you get them delivered electronically. We still have to have those giant stacks of paper delivered. 90% of it just gets thrown right back out. What a waste of resources. It boggles my mind that in this day and age when we can put a man on the moon and a black man in the White House we still can’t come up with a better system than this. Oh well. It’s not like we need trees anyway. When they’re all cut down then we’ll be happier and constantly smiling.

The other thing that I have gotten done, almost at least, is my insurance. Yes, believe it or not I have been living on my own for more than a year without having insurance. Kinda dumb, eh? In this day and age etc. When I first moved out I didn’t even think about it. Then my dad brought it up one day. But that was right around the riots in Gellerup. The Mohammed drawings. Everyone was lighthing fires and fighting the cops. I figured it probably wasn’t the best of time to buy insurance, what with living in a warzone and all. The insurance companies would probably charge through the roof. And then I sort of forgot about it all again. Until my window got broken. It seems like the housinge company paid for that, at least they’re the ones who ordered the glassmasters and no one has mentioned anything about paying for any of it. So they probably have their own insurance for that stuff. But it made me think about insurance again of course. And what with me going to Greenland and almost surely being burglarized it would seem to be a good time to get some insurance.

I was quite intimidated by it all. Insurance is such an adult thing. And talking to insurance salesmen and dealing with all these things, it’s not my favourite cup of tea. But then when I finally worked up the nerve to just check the website of the insurance company I knew I wanted to use, well it turned out that it was dead easy. You can calculate it all right there on the site. And I did. And asked for them to send me the contract and details over email. I’m waiting for that now. Assuming there’s no snag, like them going “wait a minute, you live in a warzone. No way we’re going to insure you buddy. Deal’s off!”, then it should all be worked out soon. And my ass will be insured. So that’s good. And much easier than I had thought. My situation is pretty simple anyway. Maybe if you have a big house and big family and big responsibilities then you’re better off actually talking to the insurance company and working things out in person. But mine’s just a little one. I don’t even need the “windsurfer/boat owner” addendum. And there was a dropdown box where you had to choose the total value of your possessions. The lowest possible number you could pick was something like 570,000 kroners. If I added up all my worldly possessions and doubled them I’d still not be even halfway there. So my calculations were fairly simple and my insurance fairly cheap and it’s nice to have actually gotten it done. Again, assuming the email with the details doesn’t start with “ARE YOU KIDDING, DON’T EVER CONTACT US AGAIN UNLESS YOU MOVE THE HELL OUT OF THAT DUMP”. We shall see.

That’s about all. Tomorrow is feeding animals time. Maybe there will be lambs? You never know.