Day three of updating from work. No news about my internet. Tomorrow is a holiday. I would say it’s extremely unlikely that I’ll have it working before Friday. At the earliest. I would be semi okay with that if it wasn’t for the Lost finale. That show has me hooked like so much heroin and I can’t stand the thought of not being able to watch the finale. And yet. Life, it goes on.<\/p>\n
Funnily enough this week has been one of the best at work in a long time. Tiredness-wise. I haven’t been to tired. I have gotten up when I’m supposed to, I haven’t been overly exhausted at work. One might theorize that this is due to my brain thinking “There is internet at work. Go to work”. But that would be a silly assumption. <\/p>\n
Thank you all for the comments. They help my mood. The playground does too. Yesterday I had a goat walking on my back. Literally. I was sitting on a rock. And I leaned forward to scratch Mads’s ears. And then Vanilje jumped up on my back. All four legs planted there. She started moving around and chewing at my hair. I could see Per and Kurt, working on a fence a distance away, looking up at me and smiling. It must have been quite a sight. A little goat kid jumping around on my back. I took some pictures, but it’s quite hard to take pictures when you’re leaning over and you have a goat on your back. That’s advanced photography, that is. I will show you the result when my router has risen from the grave. She must have liked the spot too, Vanilje. She jumped up there a couple of times. Plume’s brand line of furniture.<\/p>\n
Since I won’t be at work tomorrow and I probably won’t have internet either I guess I might as well share the good news I got, before I forget about it. I was given the key to the playground. Yup. I can now go up there at any time, any day, any hour. I am very happy about it. Thrilled. Honoured even. They don’t just give out the key to everybody. I think they only give it to people who work there or people like Jannie, who come there and feed the animals when the playground is closed. I was given the key because they like me and they trust me. That is beautiful, to me. It happened on Friday. And I put the key to good use on Saturday. Usually Jannie goes to feed the animals around 10-10.30. She wasn’t there though. So I locked myself in and spent a good hour with the goats. And then I locked up and went home. Without the key it would have been a wasted trip and I wouldn’t have gotten to see the goats at all. <\/p>\n
Now I can go see them whenever I want. If I’m late coming home from work. If it’s a holiday. If it’s weekend. If it’s 3 am and I’m feeling like hurting myself. Any time. <\/p>\n
It’s not like I will be using the key that much. Weekends mostly. But I’ll still try to go when Jannie and her parents are there to feed the animals, that’s the nicest time. It’s just nice to know that I can go when I want. And furthermore the key is like a symbol, a representation of the respect and trust that I get at the playground. It may not count for a huge amount in the “real” world, it may not make me a normal functioning person yet. But I am liked. That’s a lesson that I need to hammer home often and plenty. The key is like a physical reminder of that.<\/p>\n
You will all bow down to the key. Praise be the key.<\/p>\n
Alritey. Back to work. I’m making our gift certificate. So if you ever get a gift certificate for a meal at Kulturgyngen then know that I am the one who designed it. That only adds to its value, does it not?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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