Good Health And Good Time
January 1st, 2023Happy Mio Monday everyone. I hope it’s a good one.
26/12 2022
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Remember how I said a few days ago that there were pleasantly few fireworks going off this year?
Yeah, well scratch that. It’s going off now. I suppose it’s to be expected in the vacation between christmas and new years. And to be fair I still feel it’s not quite as bad as it has ben previous years. Maybe the supply crisis and high prices have dampened the circus a bit. It’s not too bad really. I only mind when they set off stuff between 3-6 am. Or when they set stuff off right outside my window. Like, I suspect sometimes they actually aaim AT the apartment blocks. I gotta check if my window is ok at some point cos there’s been a few close ones I think. But yeah I really hate fireworks and if it was up to me they’d just be plain banned apart from professionals putting on shows and I guess the night of the 31st. Hope the goats get through it all okay, it’s a new place so I’m not sure what to expect. I’m sure they’ll be fine, but you know you can’t help worrying.
Hope everyone out there has had a good seasonal time and will be safe through the new year. I guess we’re lucky to be living in places where the explosions are mostly for fun. I can’t beleve where the world has gone…
26/12 2022
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A chicken butt parade? Ok just this once.
26/12 2022
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HappY Yogi daY everyone. I hope it’s a good one.
27/12 2022
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Good goat times today. I had a hurt in my stomach as I walked to the goats, just from the anxiety and worry. Because of the vacation replacement caretakers, just can’t help worrying. A bit silly since it’s only been a few days. But what can you do.
The place was closed when I got there so I opened up for the goats and was relieved to see all 3 of them up and eager for treats. Dispelling the visions in my head of opening up and finding them lying in pain or worse. Ugh. Well, I didn’t see any of the staff while I was there. I’m pretty sure they goats won’t get as much time outside as usual in the vacation. Which isn’t great. But it’s a short vacation, we’ll get through that. They had water in their bucket and they were chewing cud and pooping so they must have been eating. Yeah yeah, it’s only been a few days. But I still worry. I wish I had the mental and physical capacity to go there every day and be there all day. I just can’t. I can barely take care of myself.
But anyway. So far so good. We had some time out. Mostly staying in the goat house because the ground was wet and frosty. But we took a little walk around the pen too. And lots of treats and cuddles. Just gotta make it till Monday when Jeanette returns, our hero! And hopefully there won’t be any problems on new year’s eve. I walked to the playground today with the smell of gunpowder in the air. But I didn’t see any spent fireworks in oru around the goat pen or playground in general and it didn’t smell there. So hopefully people aren’t going in there and firing off stuff. Other than the family get-together on christmas eve I really just don’t like this time. It’s cold and dark, pizza places and shops are closed and people aren’t at work and school and there’s fireworks and it’s just all.. not my cup of tea. Sorry to be a grinch, but I wouldn’t mind just skipping staright from oh say December 15th to January 7th. That or hibernation.
Anyway, sorry bout the grumbling. It was good to be with the goats. That’s what matters.
27/12 2022
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Happy to see, these three.
27/12 2022
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Serious photographry.
27/12 2022
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Happy Hump Day everyone. I hope it’s a good one.
28/12 2022
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Good goat times today. There was a part of me that just wanted to stay home the rest of the week and not think about it and not worry and just ignore everything. But then of course there’s the other part that needs to be with the goats, check on the goat,s worry bout the goats, and give the goats some extra time outside. And of course that side always wins. And it was good to be with the goats. Again, I didn’t see anyone else there. But I let the goats outa nd they seemed to be doing fine. Other than not getting as much time outside I think it’s all fine. And only a few more days to go then we’ll be back to normal. And back to having the cluckers out too. I tell you it’s a lot more quiet when the redshirts aren’t around. I’ve gotten so used to them following us around, it’s almost a little strange ‘only’ having 3 goats. I do look forward to everything back to normal, and seeing Jeanette again. Although we stil lhave a couple of months of winter to get through. Right now it’s very mild. It’ll probably get colder again soon. I just need spring with feathers and furs and Jeanette and sunlight, please. Any time now.
29/12 2022
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Three cuties, happy to be let out. By someone with treats.
In worse news, I think I bruised or bent another rib. Sheesh. What’s that the 5th or 6th time that’s happened? I had to lock up after putting the goats back in, and I was having trouble getting the sliding door closed tight enough that I could get the locking pin into the.. locking.. mecanism. Whatever, I had to lean on the sliding door and push and as I pushed my chest into it I felt that sharp pain and the slight pushing of the rib. Ack. I knew immediately what that was. Been there done that. I swear my skeleton is the weakest in all the land. No wonder the docs got me on calcium and vitamin d supplements. Well anyway. It’s not super bad, but it does hurt when I move in some ways or cough. So that’ll take a few weeks. I also have pains in my arm and shoulder that I really need to get the doc to look at. Apparent’y “just hoping it will go away” is not a viable option, no wonder I failed out of pretend med school.
29/12 2022
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Breakfast for Sky.
29/12 2022
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Oh, hopefully there will be good soup times soon. Because of my parents’ various physical ailments and my dad’s alzheimer diagnosis, I haven’t wanted to ask for soup beause I felt that would be a bit selfish and perhaps ill mannered. At our christmas eve gathering my parents brought it up. “So we noticed you haven’t been talking about soup yet..”. Haha. I assured them that I still really want some of mama’s good old homemade soup, and once the holidays are over hopefully we can have some soup dates. Because you know i love me some soup. Soup, there it will be.
29/12 2022
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I hope today will be a good one. Here’s Popcorn from 2015.
30/12 2022
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goatlog
30/12 2022
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Watch out, Milo. I think Mia is hiding behind the door, ready to jump out and spook you. Such a prankster.
30/12 2022
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It’s the last day of the year. I hope it’s a good one. To give us the gravity to help this rock in space complete its rotation, here is grandma, auntie, Palle and princess Mia. Maximum flashback power engaged. Stay safe out there.
31/12 2022
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A double butt salute to the year gone by.
31/12 2022
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Well, it’s been a year. It sure has.
I’m just going to talk about the year that’s gone by, and you know me, I’l ramble and be incoherent. As you were.
It’s been a weird year. A difficult one. I’m talking about my own life, you know what the world has been like. From pandemic to war to awful people and so on and so forth.
On the home front it has been a strange one. Almost like the year has been split into two. The first half I barely remember. It just seemed to be going on auto pilot for the most part. And I thought that was how it would continue. Get up in the morning, catch the bus, walk the walk to the goat pen, hang out with the goats. Rinse and repeat. No reason to change no expectations of change.
And then someone took a sledgehammer to that. And well you know what happened. The playground decided to get their horses back and they weren’t allowed to have both horses and goats anymore, so the goats had to go. And suddenly everything was up in the air and nothing would remain the same. It was scary for a while. I thought I might lose the goats, I thought they might have a bad future, potentially being put down if no new homes were found.
Well, you know how it turned out so there’s no reason trying to build suspense. It turned out about as well as I could have hoped for. I only wish we could have kept all 6 together. It has been hard having to (mostly) say goodbye to Sassy, Lily and Nuller. Like half of my family has been torn away. But they are safe and get to live, that’s what matters most. And hopefully I can keep visiting them on occasion. By all accounts they still have a good life with good people. So I have to be thankful for that. It got vlose to them having a very bad ending.
And for Mia, Milo and Sky things turned out better than I could have hoped. I got them closer to where I live, a place that in many ways is better than the old. There are some questions arising now that the leader Malene has stopped, but hopefully things will remain good. I’m just very grateful that I get to keep Mia, my darling. And her adoptees. And the best thing that happened this year was probably Jeanette coming into our lives. She’s become a good friend, and I don’t have friends in real life. I treasure her friendship and how she cares about the goats and me. That has been really good.
But yeah, the two halves of the year have been completely different. I don’t like change. Hopefully we can have some stability now.
Apart from the goat shakeup obviously the big news in my life was my dad’s diagnosis. We knew something was coming. His memory was getting worse and worse. So it wasn’t surprising but still shocking to learn it is alzheimer’s. And it was pretty tough to hear him say that he didn’t expect to live more than a year or so. Now he’s hoping for 2-3 years. But who knows. Who knows how it will progress. They’re going to start him on an exercise program, both mental and physical. And he’s getting all the help he can. He’s still functioning pretty well i think, but it’s obvious he gets more and more fatigued and he’s having to scale down on things. It’s hard to see him become more frail. But we’ll just have to face what comes. Hope for the best as long as we can.
The familty health in general hasn’t been the best. The parents and brother all had the corona. Mom had to be rushed to the hospital with breathing problems which may or may not have been related to the earlier corona. She broke her back, which sounds more dramatic than it was. But she’s been walking with a stroller thing for a long time anyway. Peter’s got his issues too but I think he’s generally doing pretty well.
And me, well physicaly I had that problem earlier in the year where I got tired very quickly. The lung x-rays showed some kind of.. I forget what it said exactly, some small change in the lung tissue or whatever and that was probably to blame. I’ve also had a couple of incidents where I got brain fog or whatever, where I had to sit down and piece together where I was and what I’d been doing. It does all sound like it could be longterm effects of corona, but the times I’ve been tested I’ve been negative so who knows.
My mental state hasn’t been the best. It’s been hard with all this change and bad news. I’ve mentioned it sometimes but I don’t always talk about how bad it gets. There have been times when I really just wanted everything to be over. I don’t have a lot of hope for the world and I don’t have a lot of hope for myself. And I don’t have a lot of desire to be part of the world. I can’t see it getting much better. I hope it will ge better. The world. Mostly because of the kids of my friends on here. There are people on here I have known for decades, when they had no kids. And now they have kids who are young adults. It’s kind of crazy. But for their sake I hope there will be a better world to inherit. The children are the future, and all that. If it wasn’t for the goats I wouldn’t have a lot of desire to get out into the world. I prefer to bury myself in blankets and dream myself away. I dream better than I live. I long for the bed when I wam outside. I do not long for the outside when I am in bed.
But you know. We soldier on. I thank you, my facebook friends, for making me feel like there are people who care, people that are interested in me and want me to be around. I have an outlet for my feelings and I feel like I can contribute something positive others with the goat posts. There are a lot of bad things you can say about social media, but I really appreciate what facebook gives to me.
There has been sadness on facebook too though. Because of my goat posts I get a fairly big circle of people in my sphere. But there are some people who become closer friends, people who you efel closer to and whose names you recognise and look forward to seeing. And unfortunately a couple of the bigger names have disappeared this year. A couple of important people in our community and in my friend circle has passed away this year. There is one who has sufferend from what my dad may be facing sooner or later. I don’t know how much is okay to say in public. But if you know you know, and you know they are dearly missed. It’s sad. You find yourself losing people you have never met, but they have been a part of your life and the loss is real. And to someone like me who does not have a lot of real life relations it is a big impact. You are missed, friends. Thank you for all you have given.
And that’s about all I have to say for now I think. As the bombs go off outside. Thank you goats, family and friends for helping me limp along. I hope you’ll all be safe tonight. I hope 2023 will be a good one for you. We can always hope for the best. And whatever happens happens. Take it sleazy.
Happy new year y’all. I hope 2023 will be the best it can be for you.
31/12 2022
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An hour into the new year. The constant explosions have died down to almost constant. Slight pauses now and then. I really don’t like this night. But we’re through the worst now I suppose. Normalcy around the corner, whatever that is. Hope you all get through safely. Hope the goats are okay.
Oh and on the subject of family healtha nd 2022. There was one last kicker. My dad had to take my brother to the hospital. His foot started hurting. So much that he couldn’t stand. So a new year’s day trip to the hospital for them. He’s back home and doing okay, from what dad says. They couldn’t find anything wrong with him I guess. I think he’s got a checkup for the kidney (he got that ransplant you might recall years ago now) and they’re going to bring it up then and maybe see if there’s any connection to they kidney or anything. But let’s hope it was just some weird fluke. One last kick in the rear from 2022.
I celebrated midnight alone in my apartment. Eating the traditional kranseoage, that dad had brought me a couple of days ago. And a can of real proper Coca Cola. I like drinking from a can, I rarely do that. But eh, I prefer Pepsi Max to the Coca Cola. Still, you can tell I’m a real party animal. Livin’ on the eeedge.
The edge of the bed.
While I wrote this the explosions outside died down even more. Only an occasional one now. Hopefully they fired it all off tonight so we won’t get too much of it the coming days.
Take care tonight, happy new year, love you loves.
1/12 2023
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Happy Funday everyone. First of the year. I hope it’s a good one. Hope you’re all safely into the new year.
1/1 2023
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Well, the first day of 2023 is almost over. And as far as I now no members of my family have been in the hospital. So. So far so good. Hope you’re all doing okay. One down and.. how many days in a year again?!
1/1 2023
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That’s all for now.
