Oh deary dear.

After feeling dreadful yesterday I figured a good night’s sleep would help a lot. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to test that theory. Tossing and turning and not much sleeping. So today I only felt worse. No shape for fishing, that’s for sure.

On the plus side I managed to call the optician today. I have been meaning to for a while. They sent me a letter saying something like “it’s been two years since you bought your glasses. A person’s eyesight can change a lot blabla we’d like to invite you to a free sight test”. How sweet of them to care about my eyesight like that. Anyway, as I have mentioned once or twice I think (maybe it was in my livejournal?) my eyesight is getting worse. Really, there is no doubt about it. I need new glasses. It’s just annoying because of two things.

1) Is my eyesight going to keep getting worse? Am I going blind or something?

2) Because my eyesight is so bad I need really expensive lenses in order for them to be remotely thin.

I don’t really want to pay as much as I did last time. But I’ll see what they say. Maybe I can get something cheaper. Or maybe I’ll have to go look somewhere else. Or maybe I’ll just have to settle for not being able see very well. I don’t want to pay a fortune again. It sure would be nice to be able to read the computer screen without squinting though…

I got an appointment for the eye test Wednesday next week. Then we’ll see what happens.

So anyway, goats.

My Mads. I can always trust him to assault me when I arrive.

Vanilje. Resting her head.

Vanilje again. Being a typical goat. Your backpacks are never safe when there are goats around. A cute kid there. She crawled around on the ground. And with her mother’s help she even got to pet Mads.

And there’s a goose, just because we don’t see the geese enough.

It was a very warm and sunny day today. It helped my head no little amount to take my jacket off and sit in the sun and look at the animals. It is such a good feeling to be able to take off my jacket without feeling horrible and self-conscious. My how some things change. A couple of years ago I’d keep my giant winter coat on all year and sweat like a.. human, in the sunshine.

Footsie rubsies. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lPjhZfTB4c. A video of Mads getting his foot rubsies. It’s not a perfect foot rub because I had to use one hand to hold the camera. But Mads still enjoyed it. It looks so cute when he turns his head and looks down on the ground. He looks all shy and bashful and coy and other such synonyms. And then his mouth starts opening and closing. And when it gets really good his tongue starts slipping out. So much fun. And when I stop rubbing his foot he takes a couple of seconds to scratch his back with his horns and then he lifts up his other leg as if going “now do my other foot, please?”. And of course I do.

Tonight I better sleep like a baby. So I can feel a little better. Come to think of it, having too weak glasses probably doesn’t help the old head. All the more reason to get new ones yes.

Oh dear. I have not been feeling well today. Tired and head hurting and just bleh. One of those days. One of those days where the first bus is early so you miss it. And the second bus is late so you have to wait even longer. Ain’t it just the way?

Luckily I have my little oasis.

The playground with its greenery and lambs in between the construction. Let me give you some advice: if you get the chance to hug a lamb, do it.

Is there anything softer than a woolly lamb? I think not.

That is 168’s boy. 168 is the number of the un-named mama sheep. The other is Fregne (Freckles) as you might remember. And just to sum it up, Freckles has a boy, 168 has two girls (Mini and Dotty) and then this here boy. He is big and brave. Whenever he gets the chance (meaning that the goats have stepped away from me for a moment) then he comes running to me to see if he can grab himself some attention and treats. He is fun and soft. And it’s almost impossible to comprehend that he is from the same batch as Mini.

That is Mini. Okay, from that angle you can’t appreciate how small she (still) is. But when you see those two together you’d never guess they are siblings. It’s adorable.

But let’s not forget the gruesome threesome.

Vanilje, with her head in the bushes. Those are the bushes lining the road. Normally the goats are on the other side of the field, where the slope is. But today they were in those bushes and they seemed to love them. Of course goats always love anything to eat.

Magnethe. Look at her ear! Haha. I took the picture while she was swirling her head around, as she often does. Don’t you just love those big, floppy goat ears flapping around?

And last but by no means least (and I mean that literally) there is Mads. It’s not a very good picture, but I hope you can tell how bashful he looks. He always does that when I rub his feet. Err hooves. I still do that. It’s the big thing. They all love it. Mads will move his head down like that, it looks like he’s all coy and shy. But he’s just enjoying it so much. And his tongue will start darting in and out when it gets really good. Vanilje does that a lot when I rub her hooves. That tongue is like a piston in and out and she moves her head about and you can just tell she loves it. And I swear, they beg for more. When I stop rubbing their hoof they will lift it up and start rubbing and poking me with it until I start again. Okay, they do that other times too. When I’m hiding food from them. Or when they want to lick or chew their own feet. Or Mads when he’s getting ready to lie down. But it’s different. I can tell they want more rubsies. I am the goat whisperer after all. It’s so sweet. And aren’t they lucky that they have a crazy goat boy who loves nothing more than to sit and rub their feet? I am a weirdo, but looking at the world in general I am happy with my brand of weirdness.

I am still however not feeling very good, so I will retire to my bed right about now. Meanwhile here is that clip I mentioned from Scrubs: http://youtube.com/watch?v=OXHNJhZlB0Q. Of Dr Cox’s self deprecation. I think it is my favourite Scrubs scene ever, maybe my favourite sitcom scene in general. Of course if you haven’t watched Scrubs and don’t Know Dr Cox then you might not appreciate the emotional resonance of the scene, but it’s good I swear. I am attracted to self-loathing. Probably because I have done so much of it myself. I’m trying to quit, though. Honestly. I am replacing the loathing with foot rubsies. They should put that in a self-help book, they should.

Tomorrow is a fishing trip at TMU. I am fairly certain I won’t go though. I am not feeling up to the emotional stress of a field trip. Plus I am not into fishing. The trip is voluntary so it’s not like I’m skipping school.

Okay that’s it bye bye.

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Current music: The Smashing Pumpkins – Bleed (881005)
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PS. Zeitgeist!

Doomsday Clock
7 Shades of Black
Orchid
That’s the Way
Tarantula
Starz
United States
Never Lost
Bring the Light
Come On (Let’s Go)
For God and Country
Pomp and Circumstance