I woke up around 2:30 last night. To the smell of smoke. Pretty heavy too. Enough that I had to get up and make sure my appartment wasn’t on fire.

It wasn’t, though. But someone lit a fire down in one of the basement rooms I think. There has been a lot of fires set in Denmark recently. http://canadianpress.google.com/article/ALeqM5g3zl03ekDqgTt-qnltxnSAj6SwoQ. There’s more reading on Google News if you’re interested. But basically it’s 2nd generation immigrant youths. Restless and perhaps angry about the reprinting of the famous Mohammed cartoons? Whatever the cause, it’s not nice to feel unsafe in your own home. It’s been pretty quiet here in the neighbourhood while I have lived here. But I know that some time before I moved here there were frequent clashes between youths and police. I would rather not like the neighbourhood to turn into a warzone again.

I got a flyer through my mail slot, calling for an end to fires and violence. In three different languages. Let’s hope that helps… can’t we just all get along?

On a brighter note, today I went back to the goats. And how wonderful they are. I thought I needed distance… no, no. All wrong. I needed goats around me. Very wonderful.

Sweet Vanilje, seeming to do okay.

Magnethe has gotten even wider. Can’t be long now…

And Mads has gotten woollier. It always amuses me how those little tufts of wool just seem to randomly appear in the fur.

Mads and Magnethe sitting in the sun. I had a really beautiful moment, sitting down between them. With Vanilje rummaging through the hay in front of us. The sun shining. It was like a summer scene, only very, very cold.

It’s hard to get a good picture of oneself sitting in between two goats. But trust me, it’s a wonderful place to be. It’s not often I get to be so perfectly placed, with Mads sitting on my left and Magnethe on my right. Normally I’m lucky if I can get just one goat sitting next to me. I guess it was the sunshine that made them feel like sitting down. And maybe in Magnethe’s case the litter she is carrying. Wait, a litter is kittens innit?

Anyway. I could sit there all day. Just watch them chew their cud and relax.

A last one of Vanilje. She was kinda rolling around in the hay a couple of times, and licking/scratching down by the udder. I wonder if’s bothering her? It still makes me sad, the thought of what should have been. But she’s a beautiful goat. I hope she will get more chances in the future,

Oh yes, Poul has left the playground. No more buck. But I do believe he will be coming back at a later date. And you shall know him by the flopping ears.

And now it’s weekend. I hope it will be a quiet one.

Happy valentines to you all. It’s not a big tradition here in Denmark, and needless to say I’m not in the most valentiny mood. But I’m okay, and that’s good enough. A thank you to the Debster who sent me a lovely valentines card. It actually came a few days ago, but got lost in the maelstrom of feelings. But a lovely card with a lovely kitty smile. I must get me one of those…

Had dinner with the family today. Not a valentine’s dinner, the date was coincidence. A nice ham, though. With leftovers in my fridge.

Tomorrow I’m going to go see the goats. I haven’t been up there since Monday, when I found out about Rainbow. I hope they don’t think I have abandoned them. I just needed a little distance. But I miss them. And I want to hug Vanilje thight. She was doing fine on Monday. Seemed a bit quiet, but happy enough. I guess she doesn’t really understand. I hope not. I couldn’t look at her without crying. Thinking about how Rainbow should have grown up and the bond they should have had. I hope she doesn’t feel that pain. I will feel it for her.

Not to get pathetic or anything.

I will exit with a youtube from American Idol. Yes. Normally watching it makes me feel dirty and ashamed of myself because it’s so horrible and unclean. But Josiah performing Grace Kelly was awesome. Maybe it’s because he’s homeless and lives in his car, maybe that’s why there is actual feeling in the song instead of all the plastic dolls that try to hold every note for as long as possible until you go deaf and you can’t hear the difference. Or maybe it’s just that one line… “why don’t you like me?”. Hits home.

Also, piano always helps.