{"id":290,"date":"2006-04-16T21:15:40","date_gmt":"2006-04-16T20:15:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=290"},"modified":"2006-04-16T21:27:10","modified_gmt":"2006-04-16T20:27:10","slug":"the-pancake-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=290","title":{"rendered":"The Pancake House"},"content":{"rendered":"

Apparently I’m some kind of pancake genius. Both Lindsay and Milla warned me that pancakes are hard to make. But mine came out just fine. Maybe I have finally found my hidden talent? I could be a famous pancake chef, traveling the world and letting people sample my pancakey delights. Yes. Well, they weren’t perfect<\/i>. But they were really good, nonetheless. They were like my mother used to make them. Before she started using dietfood ingredients and orange peels and whatevernuts. Good, oldfashioned, unhealthy pancakes. Yummy. And I also had a triple pancake coincidence, which you can read about in my livejournal<\/a>. Peculiar.<\/p>\n

I am feeling better. The last week has been quite emotional. My grandad dying. The goat kids being born. The pill debate. My dad coming home from Greenland for the holidays (I forgot to mention that I think). The new meds. And that comment<\/i>. It’s been a rollercoaster ride. But I’m doing fine now. Maybe because I finally got to see the goat kids again today. Even though it has been easter I still haven’t been able to spend much time with them. The playground has been closed for easter. That means you can only see the animals for an hour or two in the morning when they’re being fed. And my new meds have made me so tired that I simply haven’t been able to go. I have slept through it. So today was the first time I got to see them after their first three days. It’s hard not to get in a good mood from those little guys.<\/p>\n

I had some good social contact with Jannie and her mother Grethe too. They’re my almost-neighbours, and they feed the animals in weekends and holidays. As I have mentioned before. I got a good talk with them. They told me that Jannie is going to be working every 4th Sunday soon. And they would like me to take over her duties at the playground on those days. Nothing settled yet, we have to talk to Pernille at the playground about it. And so on and so forth. But I would love that. Getting official duties. Real responsibility. It would be volunteer work, but I would be working at the playground. That would be great. And it also makes me happy that they think of me like that. It’s not like the animals would all drop dead if they weren’t fed for one day, but still. I’m sure when you have animals you wouldn’t just let anyone take care of them. They must trust me just a little. We’ll see what happens.<\/p>\n

The meds are starting to normalize too. I’m not quite as exhausted and tired and drowsy and apathetic. The doc said it would take about a week, so we’re on schedule I guess. I’m still having spectacular dreams though. Last night I dreamt I was reborn as my brother. It was the most amazing dream, so vivid and real. And interesting. The rebirth itself was like a music video, traveling along a road at highspeed. It was night. The sun either setting or rising. Speeding along the road and then a flash and I woke up. Inside the dream, I mean. I woke up. And I was my brother. And I was there. Lasse was there. But I was Peter, my brother. And I remember wondering if Peter was inside me then. I even asked him if he had memories of a past life, but he didn’t really answer. I had all the memories of my past life as myself, Lasse. I remember thinking that maybe I had to live this life as Peter and help myself, Lasse. It’s hard to explain hehe. I was six years old by the way. But newborn. Too bad I woke up (in reality) because I would have loved to see what would happen. <\/p>\n

(If you find other people’s dreams boring then skip the next paragraph)<\/p>\n

It was actually the third “story” of my night. Before that there was some swim-off between Jessica Alba and Jennifer Garner in supertight bikinis. And Steve Sanders from Beverly Hills 90210 was chasing me in the swimming pool. And then it turned into some spy thing, like Alias. Oddness all around. That was the first story. The second story was a followup to a dream I’ve had before. We (my family I think) were returning to an island. And a cartoon witch lived there. All around her house were strewn human bones, piles of bones. And if you disturb the bones then the witch comes out of her house to get you. But when we passed the house we saw through the windows a normal family watching TV. Maybe the witch was gone? Close to her house was a magic pond. Anyone who touched the water turned to stone. Someone, either family or friend, got turned to stone and I went into the water after them. I turned to stone but I was strong enough to break free. After that we continued on. I think we were driving a jeep. And it was like the comic Spirou<\/a>. Maybe that whole part was comic\/cartoon drawn. And then it gets blurry but I remember drinking milk from a flying elephant? Or possibly an elephant balloon. Wow. It’s all very bizarre. Somewhere in the middle of all this I was also climbing Mount Everest, only it was made out of chocolate. We were carrying something up the mountain. I don’t remember what it was but there was a whole plot about it, something about a huge gold plate. Inkas or Aztecs? Oh man. I know the drowsiness and sleepiness will wear off but I hope the crazy dreams won’t.<\/p>\n

I swear I didn’t make any of that stuff up. It’s hard not to love your brain when it can come up with freaky stuff like that. Even with the chemical defect, my brain is still gorgeous.<\/p>\n

But back to the real world. I have pictures of goat kids, how’s that for gorgeous?<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

An army of three.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Much more confident now.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Goat kids are so great. They climb up on everything and everyone.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Although Magnethe wasn’t too happy about that.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Hehe.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Poor girl. She’ll be giving birth any day now. And you can really tell she’s exhausted. And her voice hoarse from complaining. It will be a relief when it’s over. And I know I’m looking forward to it.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

My pants are yummy like pancakes.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Goes well with milk.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

They find their way to the milk easily now.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

I know I’m not supposed to play favourites, but I have a thing for little 3B.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

He’s a little sleepyhead just like me.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Funny to think that when he grows up he’ll be big and smelly and pee on himself. Goats are fascinating.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

“All that hay just for me?”.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Vanilje is a milkaholic.<\/p>\n

\"goat<\/a><\/p>\n

Mommy is so big and sweet.<\/p>\n

So there. Hope you’re all having a good easter. Your support has meant the world to me the last couple of days. When I’m all fixed then I’ll invite you to pancakes at my place. It’s a date.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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