Resting and goats, that’s good for what ails ya. I am still quite tired.

Mads and the buck, in a quiet moment. They clashed a couple of times while I was there today.

Per came to me while I was saying hello to Gertrude, and he asked if I’d been taking any pictures lately. “A few” I said, with the understatement of the year. I take a ton of pictures everytime I’m at the playground of course. But he said that they were thinking that they’d like some new stuff to look at. You’ll remember that they asked me to make an exhibition a while ago. And I guess they must have liked it, since they want a new one now. Nice. He said they’d pay me for the copies, but I would have none of that. I’m just happy that they like my pictures and that I get to show them off. It’s a really nice thought, the kids and visitors coming and seeing them and hopefully enjoying them.

I’ll start the selection process soon. This time I’ll aim to keep it under 50. It’ll be hard, but I’ll try. Haha.

Other than that, nowt going on. I woke up early to the sound of machines outside, but fortunately the noise didn’t last long and I was able to get some more sleep, before heading off to see the goats.

Oh and the trip to Greenland with my family has been tentavily scheduled for November next year. So it’s a while away, but something to look forward to.

Also I have started work on a little christmas surprise for you guyses. If it works out okay then it should be quite funny and sweet I think. I’ll give you a hint: it involves goats. I know, I know. You’d never have expected that! But just you wait and see.

So I’m lying in my bed, taking a nap. Resting after a hard couple of days. And suddenly my appartment starts shaking and loud machines thunder outside. So much for that nap.

I’m not sure exactly what it is they’re doing. But they’re digging outside my appartment. And I mean, literally right outside. They cut down the tree outside my window. That’s pretty sad. My view is greatly reduced in glory. Only memories now. They better not be cutting down the trees in the green area between the blocks. I don’t think they are, but as I said I’m not sure exactly why they’re digging in the first place. They always talk about making the neighbourhood better and more attractive. I don’t see how cutting down trees is going to help that.

I got a notice that they’re turning off the heat and the hot water tonight at 6 pm. It will be back on “as soon as possible”. Maybe this digging thing is an “infrastructure” thing as well, maybe they’re digging up some pipes or something. Or maybe Saruman is cutting down all our trees for his warmachine. Sorry, no more politics. I swear.

So Monday was the meeting at the volunteer place. My visitator came and we took the bus downtown. Found the place okay. We were early, but it was no problem. The guy we were meeting with was called Jabbar. Seemed like a nice guy, although he was a little stressed because their coffee machine had been sabotaged. No coffee for us. Good thing I don’t drink coffee, eh? Anyway, he is the leader of this “volunteer center”. They do a lot of different stuff, and find volunteers for places and businesses that they work with. We had a good little talk about the place and about me and what I wanted and so on and so forth. And they’re going to try to find something for me to do. A couple of hours, one day a week. For starters. And something to do with computers or office work. So we’ll see. They’re moving to a new place in January, so when they’re settled in there then they’ll call me in. And he’ll have three things for me he said, three possible volunteer positions. They give everyone 3 choises. So we’ll see how that goes in January. Hopefully they can find me something nice, without too much pressure. I obviously don’t want to go to some busy workplace with tons of people and high demands. But something low-key, where I can get to go out and make myself useful a little. That wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe there are some goats that need someone to answer the phone for them?

We shall see.

Now for some resting and getting my strength back. These things drain me, as I might have mentioned. Now I’d just like a few days with nothing on the to-do-list. And no appartment-shaking machines either, please.

Oh, and I have it from a reliable source that my mother might just be cooking up soup this weekend. Oh boy! That’ll be like a fair feast all unto itself.