Summer has decided to make an appearance. The last few days have been warm and sunny. Beautifully so. So beautiful that I have kicked my winter coat in favour of a lighter model. And I have kicked my winter blanket to the end of the bed. Also in favour of a lighter model.

The Danish summer weather is notoriously unpredictable, though. You can never expect it to last. But for now I’m enjoying it. There is nothing quite like sitting in the shade of a tree and watching the goats grassing, jumping around, playing and whatever else they come up with. While the lambs baah sillily in the background.

It’s a joy to behold.

I have not been able to find my memory card, that I lost at the Tina Dickow concert. I went back to the venue but it hadn’t turned up. One of the cleaning ladies even locked me into the hall itself and we looked in there. No luck. I posted on Tina’s official forum offering a reward. But chances are minimal. Time to accept it. I’m going to buy a new card, a 1gb card. That’ll be sweet. Just too darn bad about all the lost photos and videos. I filled up the card at the concert and then I swapped it with my extra 16mb card, just to take a couple of extra pics. And then it must have dropped somewhere. So I’m left with only the pictures on the 16mb card. But that’s better than nothing. It’s time to use my current mantra. “Life, it goes on”. Somehow, unconsciously, I sometimes have these phrases that I keep using in my head. Earlier, when I was depressed, my mantra was something like “life sucks, I wish I was dead”. I can’t actually remember the precise sentence. Which is good, I guess. But I’d say that all the time. If I spilled some milk. If the door slammed loudly. If I cut myself on a piece of paper. Now the phrase is “Life, it goes on”. It started when someone commented that I needed to shave. Which is the truth, but somehow the world keeps turning. And that evolved into my current phrase. And it works well now. The card is gone, but life goes on. No reason to sit and think about it and make myself sad or frustrated. It sucks, but move on.

Loved the concert. I am really glad I went. That part of me that said it would be better to stay home, he is sitting in the corner with a red face, trying to come up with good excuses. With time I will learn to never listen to him.

Back to the playground.

Aw, look. Mandela and 3B are hugging. Or wait a minute…

They are play-fighting. Hehe. Cuties.

I tried to get a good picture of Flotte, but I can’t quite get a picture that shows how he looks like a little, silly, white Samuel L. Jackson. Sorry. But these will have to do:

I can’t decide whether they look or sound silliest. But see the curls on his head there, that’s his little afro. Very little.

S’more nice scenes:

The kids have learnt to use the hatch.

Well, sort of learnt. They’re still getting the hang of it.

Speaking of hatches, I really like that Denmark is involved in the big Lost game thing going on. I practically expect to run into Alvar Hanso on the street. Maybe Joop, the gorilla, would like to play at the playground. Yes. I am not insane, that’s far from it.

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