{"id":582,"date":"2007-06-07T20:54:33","date_gmt":"2007-06-07T19:54:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=582"},"modified":"2007-06-07T21:01:37","modified_gmt":"2007-06-07T20:01:37","slug":"582","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/plume.dk\/blog\/?p=582","title":{"rendered":"Summershine"},"content":{"rendered":"

Oh deary dear. I do believe the sun must have gone supernova without anyone realizing it. For surely the temperatures exploded today. Too much for me. Too much for little, fragile me. <\/p>\n

Add to that the fact that I did not sleep well last night. So today has been a very tired and very warm day. I feel quite uncomfortable. You know those cooling box things you take on picnics and trips? I wonder if they make those in human-sizes?<\/p>\n

There was a field trip at TMU today. But I did not feel up to that. What with the no sleep and exploding sun stuff. Instead I took long naps and sweated a lot. I shall pay dearly tonight where I will most likely again not be able to sleep. I never said I was smart. And if I did, then obviously that wasn’t a smart thing to say.<\/p>\n

I have a new semi-chant. “It’ll probably be fine, and if not then that’s fine too”. You worry too much, as the sailor said to the nun. In the pool full of alligators.<\/p>\n

Maybe I should look for an appartment in Greenland. I’d quite like that actually. But I think I would be too scared to be so far away from “the real world”. I want to be on my own, but not that<\/i> on my own. Maybe some day in the future, when I’m used to living on my own and handling myself and I no longer need the safety net of being able to see my parents without taking a helicopter through a snow storm. Yup. I would like to live in the middle of a perpetual winter. If I had been the one to find Narnia I would have never lifted the curse.<\/p>\n

Anyway. It’s too hot to be blogging. Let’s get some pictures and then I’m gone like a snowman in summertime.<\/p>\n

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

The geeselings why not. I hope you aren’t getting tired of them yet.<\/p>\n

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

I love their little, barely-formed wings.<\/p>\n

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

Hunting bread.<\/p>\n

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

Some kids came by to see the goats. And the goats were quite delighted, not least with the leaves that they were given.<\/p>\n

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

That’s Kurt talking to one of the boys, while Magnethe almost seems to be hiding her head in the bushes.<\/p>\n

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

The lambs. They were a bit scared I think. There was a dog running around . A fairly big dog. Beautiful and black. Some girls said they knew who owned it, someone living close by. It was running around on its own and did not want to be caught by the girls or by Per. Good thing the goats weren’t there. They freeze up just when they see a dog on a leash far away in the distance. I bet they would panic if there was a dog running around lose that close to them.<\/p>\n

Anyway, it’s a poor picture but it does show quite the size difference between Mini and the biggest boy there.<\/p>\n

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

“What’s inside that little, black box you’re pointing at me? Food?”<\/p>\n

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

And Mads, dear Mads. Looks like that wood smells nice. Have I mentioned lately how much I love the goats? If you’re a fairly new reader here you might be wondering why there are so many pictures of those goats. It is because I love them, indeed. The only reason I can’t call them my pets is because I don’t own them. And the word “pet” does not even communicate how much they mean to me. What a big impact they have had on my life. Nothing makes me happier than just being around them.<\/p>\n

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

Scratching their sweet spots. <\/p>\n

You might as well face it, you’re addicted to goats. And by “you” I mean “me”.<\/p>\n

But now I must go before the keyboard melts ‘neath my very typing fingers.<\/p>\n

PS. I forgot to mention it, but on Saturday when I was feeding the animals there were more Norwegian visitors. A father and son who came to see the animals. Maybe an appartment in Norway would be something. I hear they have snow-covered mountains. I should look into that…<\/p>\n

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