No goats for me today. I had to stay home to receive a package from UPS.

I ordered some $250+ worth of loot on ThinkGeek.com. If I still had my eyesight I probably would have spent twice as much money there. I love all that junk. I got myself various odd little things. Like a singing Gizmo pliush from Gremlins. And a 42 utility towel from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Most expensive was the official Indiana Jones fedora. Yes, I now have a proper Indy hat. Isn’t that something? It’s not actually quite as nice as I thought it would be. But I still love it. I know it could be considered slightly stupid to spend money on a hat you will never wear outside. But I don’t care. I feel cooler just for owning it.

Oh and I got a slanket. A blanket with sleeves! Genius. Of course it will be of no use to me until next winter. But then I will look so cool in my slanket, I guarantee. I can’t foresee anyone disagreeing with the above statement.

But no blog entry without goat tales. I did go to the playground yesterday, and had a jolly good time.

There was quite a bit of panic, though. I was looking at the baby chickens that Crazy Chicken Guy (his real name is Hasan) had brought in when a woman came over and said that one of the goat kids had escaped through the fence and was in with the horses and running around scared. So we all went to the goat fold and true enough, the poor little guy was running around with the horses baahing his heart out. And Magnethe was screaming bloody murder. But don’t take my word for it, you can see it all in this video: youtube.com/watch?v=8AAR29vLs1c. It’s Per who eventually reunited them and made everything okay again. Then he asked me to go into the stable so the goats would come in there too, and then we could let them out on the grounds and let them walk around there. At the end of the video you can see the little chickens as well.

It was a beautiful, sunny day. Almost summery in its very nature. Too sweet to speak its name.

And now I have Gizmo sitting on my desk. Everytime I sneeze or cough he starts singing. I better remember not to feed him after midnight. I should note that down somewhere.

Famous last words.

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