I had an encounter with the law today.

It was around 1 pm or so. I was watching TV. Then I heard someone outside saying “hello?”. It sounded sort of close to my window, but I wasn’t sure if it was directed at me or not. And since there were no further sounds I just kept watching TV. Then a minute later my doorbell rang. I went and opened the door, and there was a cop. A real live, uniformed cop. My first thought was “uh oh, hide the drugs!”. My second thought was “Oh, I don’t have any drugs, in fact I don’t even use drugs”. And my third thought was “hmm, maybe I should pay attention to what that cop is saying instead of worrying about my imaginary drug problem”.

Actually I made that all up. But anyway, the cop was real enough. He asked if anyone had broken into my apartment. I replied “uhm, no, not that I know of”. Then he asked if I’d been home all day, which I had. I had been planning to go see the goats but an attack of tiredness and apathy had left me in front of the TV instead.

Then the police officer asked if he could come in and of course I let him in, he just wanted to see if I had any open windows. He had been outside checking the windows, but wasn’t sure what window belonged to what apartment. But he checked my window and that was it. I asked him if there had been a break-in in the building and he said that they had gotten a call about a burglary in “number 50”, but it looked like there wasn’t anything after all. I live in number 50 of course. In the central apartment on the ground level. The right side is the kindergarten. There are lots of apartments upstairs. But I guess my window was the only one open on the ground floor and that was why he came to check it out. Maybe it was a crank call they got. Or maybe they gave the wrong house number. Or maybe someone had looked like they were breaking in? The officer asked me if I smoked because there were cigarette butts outside. I don’t smoke. There are lots of people passing by though, and doing things on the grass outside. Maybe someone was smoking outside and someone else saw them and thought they were going to break in? I don’t know. I did hear voices outside late last night, but then again people do pass by even at night. And I don’t think they were right up to my window. Like that one time, you remember. Maybe I should have told the cop about that. But ah. That was like a month ago now.

It’s at least good to know that there’s an active police presence in the “hood”. He was very nice too, thanked me for the help and apologised for the inconvenience.

Other than that I have been spending some time on Firefox. I have finally ditched Internet Explorer. About time. Firefox is awesome, I don’t know why I resisted it for so long. It seems faster and easier. And the addons are great. Cool beans. Maybe one should consider Linux sometime. But I don’t want to bankrupt MicroSoft, though. I’ll probably wait a little. At least until they dump XP and force everyone to go Vista. Then I’ll make like a banana, and get eaten by goats.

Now where did I leave my coke?

I had a sad dream. I was living with my family in a small appartment. Not much bigger than the one I live in now. Which made sense in the dream somehow, even though you’d never be able to fit in four people here. But anyway. We had a dog that I loved a lot. A golden retriever I think. And my dad came to me and said that it had gotten too aggressive and we had to get rid of it. Remind you of anything? Yes, Thor of course. And then a little later he said that the rest of the family had to move out. In reality that would have probably been a relief, but in the dream I felt like I was losing my whole family. And then he also said that Magnethe had been acting a little aggressive but he hoped we wouldn’t have to get rid of her. I guess she was our pet in the dream. The last I remember of the dream was putting my arms around Magnethe and hugging her tight and telling her that I didn’t want to lose her. Sad sad.

Other than that there is nothing new to report. A couple of pictures from the playground:

The girls were tied up out back. Fresh new grass for them. Oh I did some bunny chasing too. Normally I only have to do that on “work days”. But yesterday a bunch of kids asked me if I could catch a bunny for them. I was looking for the goats, didn’t know they were out back. Finding no goats, instead I found a bunch of kids standing up against the fence looking at a bunny hopping around on the horses’ little field. They wanted to pet it and they asked me if I could get it for them. So I went to get it, and of course it jumped away. I went after it with the kids yelling “it’s tooo faaast”. Hehe. I did manage to get it and I brought it over to the kids and they proceeded to pet it while I went on in search for the goats.

Good thing it wasn’t one of those psychotic killer bunnies.