Another quiet day.

I did a little shopping. Bought some new gloves. My old gloves were quite worn and bruised, a couple of the fingertips were undone. Can you guess who was behind that? I’ll give you a hint: he has two horns, a long beard and a neverending appetite for nuts and raisins. That’s right. Mads likes to chew on my gloves. And I’m not too good at setting boundaries when it comes to goats. I happily let them chew on my sleeves, bite my gloves, munch my shoelaces and so on. I swear, sometimes it seems like they look at me and see a big cakeman. Oh yes.

But it has gotten so cold that I now needed some gloves without holes in them. Done and done, and then some.

Speaking of goats, here is a video of Magnethe: http://youtube.com/watch?v=fGe7kb5uovQ. It is very, very boring. Unless you happen to love Magnethe like I do. And even then it’s probably still pushing it. She’s just scratching her chin against a wooden board. I love when goats scratch their heads against stuff. They always look like they get a really good scratch going. Even more I love, of course, when I’m the one scratching them. Sometimes they will actually scratch themselves ON me. I will be sitting on the bench with my leg crossed and one will walk up and start rubbing its head against my shoe. Hah. Then I’ll start pushing the shoe back against them so they can really get scratched good. When I am not a cakeman, I am a scratching post.

And I don’t mind one bit.

It was a dramatic day at the playground today. Everybody was kung-fu fighting.

Mads and Magnethe

And Mads and the Buck.

Check the big version of the last one to see them readying for the big butting jump.

It was one big fight!

..nah, not really. It was calm and peaceful as always. Cold. But the goats warm my heart, so that’s okay. A nice way to start the week, seeing the goats. It’s been a while since I went goatvisiting on a Monday, because normally I have visitations then. But last Monday we agreed to only meet every two weeks, instead of every week. I felt like I needed a little more decompression time between visits. Even though they have all gone well so far, I still worry and stress over them. But now I have a little more time to adjust.

Speaking of visitations, he gave me a bunch of papers about volunteer work and social projects and things like that. So I’ll be looking at that and seeing if there’s anything I feel comfortable with.

We shall see.

Also dropped by the parents’s house. To help with computer stuff. They had contracted a virus it seems. Luckily nothing dramatic, and I was able to clean it out no problemos.

And so life meanders on in its merry little way.