Today was my meeting with my social worker. It went… well, “fast” is probably the best word to describe it. Turns out he hadn’t gotten any papers from TMU. So we really couldn’t do much. I thought he had already gotten my application for retirement. But maybe something has gone wrong somewhere or maybe I have misunderstood something. In any case, he’ll ask for papers from TMU and then call me in for another meething.

He’s my new social worker. It sucks that I had to change right now. My old social worker was the one who came up with the TMU idea in the first place and as I understand it he was positive towards my retiring plan as well. Now we have a new guy and who knows. It seemed like he barely knew what TMU was and he started talking about making a ressource profile and getting a statement from my doctor. I thought that was pretty much all done with and put in the application. I can’t help worry that he’ll disregard all the paperwork from TMU and I have to start all over again and “so what do you want to do with your life” and evaluations and meetings.

But let’s not be pessimistic yet. Maybe when he’s talked to the people at TMU then things will proceed according to plan. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and he said that he thought I was in “match group 4 or 5”. Apparently people are ranged from 1-5, the ones in group 1 are the ones closest to a normal job etc. So if he considers me in the bottom groups then he should be open to retirement/skånejob. I would think. It’s not really nice being told that you’re in the bottom group. Lowest on the ladder of society. But then on the other hand, I can’t work in a cushy job for an hour without being completely drained and suicidal and panicky so I probably shouldn’t cling on to an illusion of being managing director of Microsoft or anything like that. Peace and a little goat herding, that’ll make me happy.

Also what makes me happy is getting mail. Today I got mail from Luis. He sent me a promo card/picture from the movie Good Luck Chuck. Featuring Jessica Alba holding a dripping icecream cone. Oh boy oh boy. Thank you Luis! I hope you and your family will be okay, safe from the fire and smoke. That goes for Kat too, and everyone else affected.

Jessica Alba is high on my list of gorgeous females. And she happens to have Danish family. So who knows, maybe I’ll run into her some day. Do you think she likes goats? Maybe I can invite her to come to the playground and I can introduce her to the goats and live happily ever after.

It’s a plan!

…And if that fails then I’m going after Cameron Diaz. Aim for the stars, it’s what I do.

Today I fed the animals. It was much nicer than the last time, when I had the sickness and aching back. Today I felt fine.

It wasn’t without complications, though. The horses were being quite frisky. They didn’t really feel like coming in when I was done feeding everybody. In fact they started galloping around. And Sille even jumped up and kicked with her two hind legs. Whoa. That was scary. She’s a big horse. Good thing I wasn’t close to her when she did it. A blow to the head with that force could probably kill a guy, I would not be surprised. When she did that I decided to take a little timeout. I went and closed the goat house and said goodbyes to them. And then I went and got a bucketful of wheat, which helped a lot with the horses. Although they still weren’t too keen on going inside. But I managed.

More troubling, however, was the silence of the lambs. They didn’t baah when I unlocked the chain to the doors. Why? Because they were not there. I didn’t get a chance to talk to Kurt yesterday, but I think it’s fairly safe to assume that he has taken them back to his place. Which means no more Mini or Dotty. That makes me sad. They were so cute and sweet and funny. It always sucks when animals have to leave. I hope I will see them again some day. When the day comes when they will have lambs of their own, maybe they’ll come to the playground to raise them. I hope so. I will especially miss Mini, the tiniest little lamb I ever did see. In the end she wasn’t that small, she almost caught up with Dotty. But oh boy it always made me laugh how small she was compared to her brother and the two others. And she always scrunched up like that. Sigh. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.

Oh and I forgot to say thank you to Corrie. She sent me more of my old junk. Haha. I sent her the weirdest things back in the day. See, she thought I was a trick made up by her friends. So I wanted to prove that I was real. How do you prove that you exist? Apparently by sending lots of weird Danish stuff through the mail. Those were the days.

And that’s about it.