It finally happened. Today I had to set my ventilator thing to full strength. Damn, it’s hot. Beautiful, though. The sun is shining. Almost too much. Sometimes I wish the sun had one of those gradual light switches. So you could just tone it down a little for the siesta. But I shan’t complain, it’s lovely out.

Some good news. Nina the cat showed up again. She’s alright. What a relief.

I went up to the playground yesterday and she came running to the door immediately. I wasn’t on duty though, so I didn’t let her in and feed her. She started rolling around on the ground as if saying “you can’t resist my cutey rolling around, pathetic human”. But I did resist. Jannie and her mother came soon after so she didn’t have to wait long.

My next work day is July 1st. And 2nd. And then 29th+30th. And then August 26th+27th. That’s my schedule. I’m looking forward to it. Looking forward to working, what a novel idea.

The world cup has started. Football. Or soccer as you American nutters like to call it. Denmark didn’t qualify, unfortunately. And unfairly. It was all the fault of the referees. And the pitch. Plus the other teams scored against us which is blatantly unfair. It’s too bad really, the world cup is rather exciting with all the small, exotic teams that you never see round these parts. And it’s in Germany, Denmark’s neighbour. We would have practically had home field advantage. But oh well. World cup fever has been downgraded to a mild flu.

Here are two players who didn’t make the cut.

The little guy is wearing an Argentina shirt and the bigger guy is in a Barcelona shirt I think.

That is the view from the bus stop where I wait for my bus every day after work. My work is right next to the harbour. Literally. The bus comes on the road that lies parallel to the water, a long stretch of coast line. I could go and jump in and swim far, far away. Or sink. Too much junk in my trunk, I’m afraid.

Another picture from a couple of days ago. The kids were “playing” with Mads. Their game was to go across the street and pick leaves and then go and give them to Mads. I can tell you, Mads LOVED that game. He was walking back and forth along the fence, looking out and waiting for them to bring more leaves. And then chasing away all the other goats of course. Sharing is not a game he likes.

Vanilje’s turn to get some eating.

That’s all for now. I need to go get some iced water. With ice cubes. You know, because it’s so hot. You see my point?

Okay then.

I had a beautiful dream. Truly beautiful. I am not going to try to describe it. I couldn’t do it justice anyway. It was so poetic and emotional. I wish I could go back to it. Is it any wonder I love to sleep?

It is remarkable how much of a difference the playground can do to my life. Sitting at work on Wednesday (with my underwear on the wrong way) I was so tired that I could barely stay awake. Barely think. After work I went to the playground and suddenly I felt all good. I know some of the change can be attributed to the difference between sitting in an office in front of a computer and then sitting outside in the fresh air and occasional sunshine. But still. It’s such a huge difference. It’s as if you take two completely different days and mash them together. As if a painter painted half his painting in cubist style and the other half as realism. Kinda like watching From Dusk Till Dawn, the first part is fairly normal and then suddenly it’s a vampire shootout.

When I talk to social workers or therapists or doctors or other well-meaning people and they ask what I want to do with my life, what kind of work I want to do, I always have problems coming up with a good answer. I just don’t have a clear view of what I’d like to do. Inevitably the talk always turns to something with computers or writing or typing or something like that. But maybe I’d be better of with a job where I have to be outside. With animals. Something like that. I wish I was better with kids. More comfortable with them. I can do okay in small doses at the playground. When kids want to go in with the goats but they’re afraid of Mads and I help them. Or answer questions about the animals. Or even myself. But actually doing something where I’m responsible for the kids, I don’t know if I could ever do that. Otherwise I would love to have a real, full-time job at the playground. That would be perfect. It’s a socially important job, it has lots of animals and kids and other outside things. But I’m sure you need some qualifications too. Too bad they can’t hire me as a full-time goat keeper.

Hmm, I have lost track of my thoughts now. I will finish with some pictures, just to share my cubistic well-being.

Hehe. I like that picture. Mathilde reaching out as the girl offers her a plant.

A boy feeding Mathilde.

Ah, they grow so fast. Little Mandela humping his heart out.

3B and Vanilje.

in a dream we are connected
siamese twins at the wrist