Honey, You Cannot Wrestle A Dove
Finally managed to get my meds today. It took forever to get through to my doctor’s office, but now all is well in the world and my head is no longer spinning like so many plates.
So allow me to rewind time and show some pictures from yesterday. Despite the tiredness and spinning world I still managed to go to the playground. Where I sat in the sunshine with the animals.
Just imagine me sitting there, in between Vanilje and Mads. And although you can’t see it, Magnethe is sitting down behind the board. In fact she was sitting righ up against me and every time her tail wagged, it would hit me. And I’d reach back and scratch her.
And in front of me the lambs were sitting down.
One big chillout fest in the sunshine. There were some clouds, but it was mostly warm and sunny. And quiet.
Until the mailman came. For some reason that got Mads going. When he spotted the mailman he got up and ran towards him.
The mailman put his letters in the mailbox and stood and looked at Mads for a while like he didn’t know what to do. Then he left. And Mads went up to the mailbox and stared at it for a while.
Maybe he thought it was a food delivery?
A little video: http://youtube.com/watch?v=UU9F2fqRm68. Unfortunately I didn’t really get the good parts, like Mads running to the mailman and staring at the mailbox. But hey, you can’t have everything. It’s a pretty bad video, really. Sorry.
Through the looking glass, there is a world out there.
I see you.
And Vanilje posing in the sunshine.
It was rather late today when I got to the playground. After picking up my meds. The goats where already inside. Alice told me that they had gone AWOL in the buildings up past the slope. So they had been put inside. Silly, wandering goats. But you see, they really DO need to hire me as a goat whisperer. So I can keep the goats out of trouble. As much as humanly possible.
There was more trouble afoot, though. Literally. I went inside and there were Kurt and Per. It was time for trimming hooves. Not something goats are very fond of.
They were just finishing off Vanilje when I got there. Then it was Magnethe’s turn. And she did not like it. She made the most horrible, wailing cry. A couple of times. I have never heard her sound like that before. Per was holding her head while Kurt was trimming her hooves. Poor girl. I hope I never have to hear that sound again.
Mads took it a bit better. At least he didn’t scream. When they got to his hind legs he promptly sat down on his butt! He was afraid that they were going to wash him in his private area, I’m sure. The fungus bath thing. So he sat straight down to make sure no one came anywhere near that place. A hoof trimming is vacation in comparison to that.
The whole thing didn’t take too long, luckily. And the goats weren’t traumatized. They weren’t the only ones who had close contact with scissors today.
The sheep were de-woolified. What is that called? Shearing?
Man, sheep look odd without wool. Odd as a button.
Did I mention that I managed to hand feed the piglets the other day? I took a handful of wheat and reached down. Most of it ended up on the floor, but they did eat from my hand. And I gave one of them a good, hardy scratch on the forehead without any objections. I think they’re feeling comfy and secure in their new home.
That’s all, folks. I do have one request though. If one of you would be kind enough to go to the Mols picture album and tell me if the pictures are properly sorted. Meaning that the first picture is 01, the second 02, the third 03 and so forth. Are they sorted in the right order when you go to the album?
Now it’s weekend, for me. I completely forgot that TMU’s trip was today and tomorrow. A two day trip to Silkeborg. Spending the night. I had already told Peter the boss that I wasn’t going to be spending the night, that would be too much for me. But the people who couldn’t or wouldn’t spend the night could be driven back and forth instead. So I was considering that. But then forgot all about it. I was just not feeling good enough to do that today. If I had gone on the trip then I wouldn’t have been able to get my meds today, and I would have kept feeling bad. So, no trip for me. I’m not really unhappy about that, though. I will grab at any chance of avoidance. Instead I will spend tomorrow in the sunshine with the animals. It’s damn hot these days. Summer temperatures. Almost too much for me. But sitting on the slope, with the animals all around me, that’s not too shabby.
xoxox wish you were here, send more money
April 13th, 2007 at 3:05
Mads, you’ve got mail! Hee, hee.
De-woolified??? That’s a good word I will have to use on our sheep-raising farmers here. They say shearing, but I like de-woolified much, much better.
Yup, your Mols picture album is in numerical order as it should be.
Glad you’ve got your meds straightened out. I didn’t think you’d want me to come over there and have a talk with you!
I’m sorry to hear you weren’t able to go on the overnight trip. If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly happens to you when you do something like that instead of avoiding it? If you don’t want to say, that’s okay too. I didn’t know if you got panic attacks or an upset stomach or can’t eat or sleep in a strange place??
When we go on vacation sometimes I can’t sleep in a different bed. I just lie there all night tossing and turning. I get really funny after 3 or 4 nights with no sleep. I also want to know a certain place to go to meet up if I get separated from my group. Guess I get separation anxiety (must have been a goat with a herd mentality in my previous life!)
Hope you get to feeling better this weekend with your meds.
April 14th, 2007 at 19:29
Plumey, where are you???
“I’m getting tired talking to myself . . . I don’t listen very well and I’ve heard it all before. Tell me something new, I can’t bear it any more, tell me once again before I walk out of that door.”
(HOW’S THAT FOR REALLY BAD SONG LYRICS? I’M STUCK NOW, IT’S YOUR TURN TO ADD THE NEXT VERSE!)
I’ve been acting out my dreams lately. I guess I whacked my husband last night on the chest. I asked him this morning if I hurt him and he said it was harder than a love pat, but not as hard as a “death blow”. Whew … I’m I relieved. I barely remember talking to him during the night and I have absolutely no idea what I was dreaming about.
April 14th, 2007 at 20:15
Debster – I’m here, I’m here! Sorry I got distracted by something shiny in the corner. Turned out it was just the sunshine reflected off of my imaginary turtle Harry. He always stays in the corner because he’s afraid people are going to step on him. I tell him he’s silly, I mean he’s got a shell to protect him! But then we’re both trying to get out of our shells more.
Aaaanyway. Coming soon to cinemas near you, DE-WOOLIFINATOR starring Arnold Schwarzenegger.
If I were to go on the overnight trip I would get.. scared. The phobic symptoms. I’m not sure if I would be able to sleep okay, but being away from the safety of my home with a bunch of strangers would be hard on me. Kinda like a panic attack, only maybe slower. If you know what I mean? Not a suddent rush, but lasting longer. Typically heart beating very fast, hard to breathe, trembling, thoughts of escaping, bad stomach, sweating, exhaustion etc. Funny stuff.
I’m feeling fine now though.
I would add the next verse to that song, only I don’t know what it iiis! It’s a good thing I’m not on that gameshow where you have to guess the songs and sing along and stuff.
If you have been acting out your dreams then you should try to dream about winning a million bucks in the lottery! Haha. Well, you never know. It might work. Just don’t whack your husband too much, he might get out of whack which is a serious medical condition, as we know.