Today is my mother’s birtday. Happy birthday, ma!

We had sweet cake and a jolly time. Actually, we had rhubarb pie. And to be honest that wasn’t exactly my cup of tea. The hot chocolate was nice though. I gave my mother a “homemade” live double CD with The Highwaymen. Country supergroup indeed. My mother was really happy with it. I know it’s not a competition but.. .she liked my present the best! I win! I win! I… ehm. I mean… Haha. No, but seriously. It’s nice when people appreciate what you do of course. I like making homemade CDs/DVDs of live music. At this point in our lives we can go buy a CD in the store if we want it: But they can’t go buy the things I make. Like this Highwaymen CD. My mother would never be able to get it without me. And then I get to sit and do some crappy coverart and stuff. Nice and personal. I like it.

So that’s all good. Less good was yesterday. I hurt my hand at the playground. Or rather, Thor hurt my hand. He butted me and I blocked with my hand. Got myself a nice little skin scrape. Not deep enough to bleed. But my hand was hurting somewhat. I thought perhaps it was sprained. It felt like it was spreading up the arm too. But it’s much better today. I guess it was just the blow. No worries.

He is a handful, Thor. It can be somewhat annoying when I just want to sit and relax and he wants to tussle. Most of the time he walks around normally. Then he’ll come up to me and start rubbing his head against me in a quite endearing way. But then sometimes he’ll turn his horns and push against me. Usually it’s not a problem because I can “deflect” him so he’s pushing against the ground or the fence. Or my leg or side, where it doesn’t hurt. And I’ll just let him push until he gets tired of it and wanders away. But then sometimes he gets a bit too rough. Silly goat. But I’ll live.

He’s a very sweet goat, most of the time.

I guess I was spoiled with Mads. How wonderful we had it together. I miss him so. I had a really horrible dream last night. Mads was still alive. Normally that’d be good of course. But it was more of a “pet semetary” kind of dream. He was back from the dead, but hurt. I called for Kurt who came and tried to put him to sleep again. And intestines were falling out. And it was very, very bad. Then today, when I took a nap, I dreamt of my grandparents. Who are dead. They were visiting and we were happy. And then I thought to myself in the dream I thought “but my grandparents are dead, who are these people?”. Morbid dreams. If dead people are going to visit my dreams I’d prefer it to be sweet, happy dreams. Not dying zombies and rotting corpses. You know?

Hey, whattayaknow. This has turned into a proper entry almost. Instead of two short, pointless paragraphs and exit stage left.

Speaking of bringing things back from the dead, after three years hiatus the panties page has been updated. I can’t believe that idea never took off. People wearing underwear on their heads. It still seems genius to me. Oh well. Clare wanted me to make signs for her so she bribed me with her panties. That sounds kinda dirty. Anyway, my Clare signs are here. You can’t quite tell, but I’m wearing my new Smashing Pumpkins shirt. Spiffy. I should stop hiding in the shadows, eh? If only I had a hole wherein I could stick my head.

Finally, another picture of Thor.

Just because I like his posing. That’s all for today. I hope you are all well, and still alive.

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