You Lick My Back, I’ll Lick Yours
Hey, let’s start with some boring stuff. Pictures from TMU.
Not very interesting, but now you know what the scenery looks like. Things are still going well. Had a talk with Peter today. He asked how I was doing. Said he was glad that I was still coming. He also said that he was pretty sure that my case could be closed in the first “semester”. There’s summer holiday June 20th. If you aren’t done by then, then you come back for another period after the holiday. But he said I would probably be done. Meaning that I’d be set for a flex job or retirement. Then there will a waiting period while your case gets processed by the system. But yes, there is and end in sight now.
Then I had a meeting with their social worker. Where we talked a bit about my problems and needs and wishes and desires. And all those little things in between. Looks like I might get Wednesday off. Permanently. We are aiming for a flex job, which is 20 hours per week. So four days of 9-14. And Wednesday off. So hopefully I can manage that ok. You might look at it and say it’s not much and you might say that a schedule of painting, reading and playing computers should be easy. But again, it’s really not about that. It’s about being able to get out and be among other people without getting completely bombed. Diggity.
There was much fun at the playground. The lambs were outside for the first time. There’s still all that construction going on, so there isn’t a lot of space at the moment. But it was nice to see them outside.
Even though it was very cold.
They are still tiny and adorable.
But then the funniest thing happened. I was standing at the fence and rubbing Magnethe a little. And Sille, the horse, came over. And for a moment I thought she was going to take a bite out of Magnethe. That she was going to bite her on the back. But she wasn’t biting. She was licking. She was licking Magnethe’s back. And Magnethe didn’t even react to it, she just stood there like it was the most natural thing in the world.
How very peculiar. I made a video of it too. Assuming it turned out okay I shall post it tomorrow probably. I don’t know. I guess Magnethe is very tasty. Haha. I don’t think Mads would have stood for that kind of thing. He would have banged his horns against the fence in protest.
Finally, Master chocolatier square pants: I don’t have AIM installed on this computer. Do you have Yahoo IM or MSN? Or maybe email me. “djaliplume” at yahoo com.
Das is alles.
PS. Oh yes. I did a closer study of the lambs. And would like to report that Mini and Spotty (as they are not officially called) are the two girl lambies. And then Fregne Jr and the other one are the boy lambies. So now you know.
Also, I want Zeitgeist.
February 9th, 2007 at 8:44
…so I had this dream the other night where a bunch of lambs are outside of my window. Since I sleep upstairs and the head of my bed faces north (you know that fang shung way that makes one billion Chinese happy), the lambs were down on my lawn asking me to replace my mattress. What an odd dream! Can anyone tell what that means??
–Adela: “I can! It’s from that commercial on tv.”
–Bob: “What was the question?”
–Carol Burnette: “Goodbye everybody!”
–Leftover pizza in a box: “Would someone please eat the rest of me or I can’t go to Heaven?”
–Debster: “Why do birds suddenly appear? Everytime, you are near?” (dances until the cows come home).
–Goat Boy: “Will someone please give Luis Lemmings a couple glasses of wine and slightly used dvds of ‘Family Guy’ because he’s scaring my goats and the cat keeps scratching my glasses?”
–Tommy: “1776.”
February 9th, 2007 at 15:03
LL: The lambs want to join you, but your mattress is too lumpy – they want you to get a new mattress, filled with HAY!
Plume: You’re right, Luis Lemmings should be doing stand-up comedy. Thanks for the TMU pictures. It’s nice it’s in a rural setting. That’s probably because I’m in a rural setting as well and it looks familiar to me. Do they have any animals?
February 9th, 2007 at 20:22
Making Plume happy is the least I could do. He makes us happy by showing us those wonderful photos. So I don’t mind making a fool of myself.
February 9th, 2007 at 21:47
Luis Lemmings – The lambs are everywhere, even in dreams. There is no escape. I think your dream means that you should replace your mattress. That’s just my theory though.
Fools go in where boring people fear to tread. Or something.
Debster – I like rural settings. You know I used to work in a barn? Well, it was a community center thing. But it was an old barn. Cool place. Unfortunately there are no animals at TMU, no. I really think workplaces ought to have animal rooms, that would make work much better. Especially for peoples like me. Maybe I can sneak Mas one of the greenhouses. I’m sure he’ll listen when I tell him not to eat all the vegetables…
February 10th, 2007 at 3:03
Luis Lemmings: I hope you are feeling better. My husband & I were back to work this week. No more high fevers for my husband. He’s back on his feed, his nose is still cold, and he isn’t as nippy/nasty as before. I’m still okay, but there’s lots of colds, flu, etc., going around.
Mutual grooming: what monkeys do to each other to relieve stress & keep their fur clean. I wonder if that’s what Sille was doing to Magnethe? Momma cats/dogs lick their babies and sometimes cats/dogs will groom their humans.
February 10th, 2007 at 8:29
I’m glad to hear that your husband no longer has those terrible high fevers. And I hope you’re doing fine as well. But be careful because one isn’t 100% better yet and can get sick again–look what happened to me!
Plume seems to be immune to our colds. I think it has to do with being around the animals. They help relieve stress.
February 11th, 2007 at 22:02
Debster – Mutual grooming. Yes. That’s really my best theory. I see Sille and Musse doing it to each other sometimes. They’ll stand real close and do it. I just find it quite funny that she’d do it to Magnethe. And that Magnethe would be so accepting of it.
Luis Lemmings – I’m sure I’ll get my turn with a cold. Sooner or later. But I’ll just hang around the goats and then I’ll forget that I’m supposed to be sick. A miracle cure.