Things That Go Bump In The Night

January 10th, 2008

Funnily enough I DID dream about Lost. No Pamela or gummy bears, though.

Otherwise a quiet couple of days. The phone rang today, unexpectedly. It was my visitations guy. He said he was in the neighbourhood and asked if he could drop by. I don’t like short notice like that, but I couldn’t very well say no either. So he came around and we went for a walk. Talked things through.

You might remember that he is being transfered. And we have decided that I’m not going to get another visitationer. I think I’m doing a little too “well” for the program. I got the impression that the other people he visits are people who have a hard time managing their lives or don’t get out at all. One of the reasons I got in the visitations program was that I was moving out for the first time and not sure how I could handle it. Well I’m handling it just fine. And even though I still have social problems, I’m not completely isolating myself. So I will be getting no more visits, I’ll have to try to maintain some social contacts on my own instead.

He’s leaving my case “open” though, mainly for two reasons. In case the retirement apllication people need to get information from them regarding the application. And for the volunteer stuff. I still haven’t heard from the volunteer place, but it should be any day now. And since the visitation guy is a friend of the volunteer guy, he’d like to keep tabs on how that’s going. So my case remains open, but no more visits.

So we’ll see how that all goes.

Almost wedding time. Saturday. We’re going to go get something to eat after the ceremony. It’ll be around noon, so no fancy dinner. But I’m sure it’ll be nice nonetheless. I’m almost looking forward to it, a little. Who knows, it might not be bad.

I am however feeling a little unwell right now, so I better head off to bed. Let’s see what’s in store for tonight.


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The bearded Lady

January 8th, 2008

I’m in a better mood today. Can you guess why?

I’ll give you a hint: they have 16 legs and 8 horns. If you add them all up.

vanilje

Look at sweet Vanilje. See anything different about her? She’s getting a beard! Well, she always had a little goatbeardness, but that tuft of hair sticking out, that’s new. She’s only had that for a couple of weeks or so.

vanilje

My little girl is growing up. Soon her beard will be longer than mine. I’ll have to teach her how to shave and have a little talk with her about the birds and the bees. The circle of life, etcetera.

buckmads

Mads was duelling the christmas tree. And then suddenly the theme to Jaws started playing (in my head, possibly) as the buck approached from behind.

buckmads

This bench isn’t big enough for the both of us! I still find it a bit cute how Mads baahs nervously when the buck gets too close. It’s not a scared baah. Just sort of.. “baah, what are you doing? I’m not a girl goat, get away from my butt”. I think Mads is a little homophobic.

magnethe

There’s a typical Magnethe situation. Often when Mads is standing on the bench to my right, then Magnethe is on my left. But sometimes she’s gone to the other side, and is behind Mads there. Then if I give Mads a treat she’ll almost try to wedge her way in there, so she can have a bite too. Of course if Mads senses that she’s there then he’ll swiftly turn his head and butt in her direction. It’s always dangerous when you’re fighting for your treats.

magnethe

And that last picture is of course a bunch of hay that has mysteriously grown horns. … Or maybe Magnethe is just trying to see how far in her head will go.

Yes, everything is much better with goats.

I talked to Jannie today, and she agreed to feed the animals on Saturday. So that means I can go to the “wedding”. I’m sure it’ll be nice, and at least quick. I don’t think I would have liked to spend hours in a crowded church. But 20 minutes in the mayor’s office, that should be manageable. We’ll see how it goes. I wonder if I can get the goats on the guest list? If they promise to behave.

We’ll see. That’s all for now. I’m tired and my bed is calling. “Plume” it calls. “I have a special dream for you tonight. Pamela Anderson, season 4 of Lost and all the gummi bears you can eat”. Oh boy, oh boy.

Goodnight everybuddy!


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