Today was hard to get through. So very hot. My head still aching. And now swimming too. Sea-sick. Hard to focus and concentrate. No energy. Burning up. It’s a small miracle that I made it through the day.

It wasn’t made easier by the fact that I had lunch with everyone. Normally I have it by myself. We’ve made a plan that I’m gradually going to eat lunch upstairs in our cafeteria and eventually along with the others. But today the cafeteria was closed for renovations. So no costumers. Instead there was a buffet for people who worked there. And I joined them. That was good. But stressing too. Especially since I wasn’t feeling too well. But I got through it, so that’s a positive thing.

And after work I went for a dosage of my own private prozac.

Aw. Silly lamb and silly boy. Just to prove that they make me smile.

My camera had a smudge. Didn’t notice it. Sorry bout that.

Might I direct your attention to that boy’s cap? Dude, sweet. I wish I had a cap like that. Or more precisely, I wish it was socially acceptable to wear a cap like that when you’re grown up.

A cute little boy. Asked me questions about the lambs and wanted to feed them. And he said that they felt like teddy bears. Hehe. The soft wool. Adorable.

Hmm. When is a lamb too old to be called a lamb? Maybe they are sheep by now. But they’re still lambs to me. For a while yet.

Spot the goat.

Mads spots me. He is still in isolation. Although I think he should be let out soon now. There’s space enough. And I’m sure he’s learned his lesson.

(he’s just refusing to act accordingly)

Pernille asked me if I wanted to have an exhibition of my pictures at the playground. And by exhibition I mean… hanging them up on their noticeboards. Nothing fancy. But still nice. I said yes of course. She didn’t say anything about how many or any rules or themes. I’ll just pick a bunch and get them printed at a photo store. I have never actually had any of my pictures properly printed. That will be nice.

If any of you guys have suggestions for pictures that ought to be included then feel free to drop me a note. The goats are going to be featured prominently, I’m afraid that’s unavoidable. But I’ll try to get all the animals and some kids and adults too. Exciting! Maybe I’ll take the show on the road. You think the French are tired of that Mona Lisa sketch they have? Maybe they can clear some space for Mathilde’s lovely outlook.

Four days till vacation and Tina Dickow. Tick tock.

Oh it is so hot. It is beach weather. The radio should be set to the Beach Boys channel. I should be eating an icecream cone and flapping my arms, not to fly but just to conjure up a breeze.

The playground work went fine yesterday. No mishaps. No goats escaping, no horses straying. Bodil came by, with her dog Lulu. Always nice to see her. She is a very kind woman. It’s nice to talk to her. It is a small miracle, this feeling of being known. Of being liked. Of being part of people’s lives, of being part of life. It might be hard to understand for people who have not tried being locked out of life. For people have not experienced the isolation, the fear of social situations. But when you have gone without the social contact then you appreciate it all the more. Like a blind person who can see again.

Everything around us is a miracle. We take most of them for granted, but really. The world is full of miracles. Imagine being deaf. Now every little sound is a miracle, every song, every bird chirping, every baby laughing. Imagine being blind. Now every colour is a miracle.

You get my drift? I’m not saying that you should go around and take everything in as miracles. But once in a while I think it’s good to sit down and appreciate the good things.

Like the sound of sheep baahing when they hear you at the playground. The lambs. They sound almost as silly as they look. They are so funny. I don’t think I could bond with them the same way I have bonded with the goats. If only for the fact that the sheep come and go, they don’t stay at the playground permanently. But they make me laugh, and that is another miracle. They are just ridicously silly and I love it.

They baah as soon as they sense you are there. The goats wait until you start unlocking their door. Then you hear them baah. Especially the kids. And when you get inside and Mads and Magnethe peek their heads up over the door and see you, then they baah too. I love those sounds.

Five more days then I have vacation. And also in five days I’ll be seeing Tina Dickow live. In Tivoli Friheden. Open air. The same place where I saw Swan Lee last year. I hope the busses won’t be as crowded this time. But I’m looking forward to it. My dad is even considering to go too. He’s interested in the fact that I went to school with Tina. That I know her. Maybe I can make a fan of him.

Okay, back to work Plume.