I done printed today. I done printed the 60 pictures for the new playground exhibition. I have to say, though, that I’m not wholly satisfied. First off I just think the selection for the first exhibition was better. Better pictures. And second of all, the printed pictures don’t look quite as good as they do on-screen. Annoying. So what did I do? I ordered them from an online printershop… then we’ll see if that comes out better quality. In any case I have wasted time and money. But oh well. I ain’t in it for the monies, honies.

Would you like to peruse the selection? Here you are. I could have put in twice as many goat pictures, but I thought I’d do an effort to get in some of the other animals. As well as kids and staff. The first selection can still be seen here.

Whether I end up giving them the ones I printed myself or the ones I have ordered, I hope they will like them.

Stopping by the old house to print also had the advantage of me being able to steal the last little portion of soup. Barely a bowl-full. But good soup nonetheless. Now it’s all gone and I can start nagging my mum about when she’ll make it again. Or, as my dad has suggested, I could try making it myself. Do I dare? We’ll see.

Tomorrow I’m going to the library to pick up a stack of books I have ordered. Then Saturday it’s animal feeding time. And on Monday it’s visitations day. Those are the immediate plans. The fun never stops in the house that Plume built.

Or well, rented anyways.

What’s that you say? You would like to see some pictures of some goats? What luck, I happen to just have that very commodity in stock.

Hmm camera?

Hmmmmm camera?

I think I might start calling Magnethe “the white lady” soon. I was brushing her with the debstercomb and she was enjoying it greatly. Then I went to Vanilje and started brushing her. And Magnethe slowly walked over to us and looked up at me. I almost expected her to start batting her eyelids coyly. She was looking like she really wanted to be combed some more. “Sure Vanilje should be combed too, but she’s such a SMALL goat so it can’t take long. I’m such a BIG goat, so I should be combed for a long, long time!” I imagined her saying.

Lulu and the buck. It cracks me up that a tiny dog like that can scare the bejeesus out of a big, mighty buck.

Bodil and Lulu. The nicest people I know.

Also a couple of horses:

Musse.

And Sille.

Thatabout rounds it up. My head has started hurting, so I’ll write no more. I can just fit in a thank you to Stu and Helen, for the card! Lovely. Tis the season for making Plume happy.