A Sheep In Plume’s Clothing
First of all, nope, my window ain’t fixed. No repairmen have repaired it as of this time and date currently etcetera. I am a little peeved. If you say “we’ll come tomorrow” shouldn’t that mean you’ll come tomorrow? And not “we won’t come this week”. Hmm?
Oh well. I guess on Monday I’ll call the housinge office and ask how long they think it’ll take.
I don’t actually have to sit at home and wait for the repairmen. I gave permission for them to enter my apartment if I’m not there. I just really hate the idea of strangers in my home when I’m not around. I know it’s silly. What I oughta do is I oughta get the heck out of here and not come back until it’s fixed. That way I will avoid dealing with strangers. Hey presto. But I just can’t. As always my mind is a stupid, complicated thing that will not cooperate no matter how much liquorice I use as bait.
I don’t really mind waiting. I’m home 99,9% of the time anyway. It is just the insecurity. The worrying. The looking at the clock and wondering if there’s still time for them to come today. Hearing a noise outside and wondering if that is them. And so on and so forth. I just want it to be over with.
I didn’t spend all day waiting today. I had to go see the goats. I hadn’t seen the goats all week. I had to see the goats. And I got more than I bargained for…
Allow me to introduce…
A new sheep. There are sheep at the playground again! At least one, for now. It was baahing quite a bit, seeming a little lonely. So they’re considering bringing out another sheep to keep it company. And also we are hoping for lambs. That would be lovely. Sweet, silly lambs. I would like that.
The new geese were keeping it company. I tried offering it a carrot, but it was not interested. It’s used to being at Kurt’s place where there are not lots of people to interact with. I’m sure it’ll get used to the attention at the playground, especially if it gets lambs. At first it backed away from me nervously but I just took it slow and calm as I usually do, and soon enough I was scratching it behind the ears and stroking its head. She’s a sweet and peaceful gal.
Still wasn’t interested in the carrot though. So what to do about a surplus carrot? Hmm. I wonder how one could possibly discard of a carrot at the playground. I wonder if there would be anyone else who…
Magnethe didn’t have to think about it for long .She gobbled it down like Plume gobbles liquorice. Good to see the sisters again.
Hah, I like that picture. It looks like I’m about to slap Vanilje! And look at her tongue all hanging out. Cute. You should click on it and look at the big version. Don’t that just make you smile?
I’d never slap a goat of course. But they don’t hold their punches…
Another action shot. I think Magnethe can be a bit of a bully when there aren’t any boys around to keep her in check. Poor Vanilje. It’s always the baby sister who takes the beatings.
Just what the doctor ordered. A goat a day keeps the insanity at bay.
September 27th, 2008 at 2:38
What a lovely wooly sheep she is! No animal can resist your “animal magnetism”, Plume.
Aren’t goat tongues the funniest things? Billy will have just the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth sometimes.
We were at the apple tree tonight and Snickers was a very good donkey girl tonight. She nicely ate an apple while I held it for her.
Frankie walked over to me, looked up to the apples out of his reach, looked down at me, then back up at the apples. Such a smart little goat. And they say goats can’t talk. I sure understood what he wanted and got him an apple.
Everyone was very well-behaved tonight and got an A+ in manners.
By all means, give the apartment office a ring on Monday and let them know the window is still broken. Your Dad may be right about both panes needing to be replaced. Maybe they had to order one?
September 27th, 2008 at 2:56
Sounds like Frankie would have been a great role model for my preschool class. If I have to hear one more “teacher! teacher! teacher!” instead of the more polite “Mr. Luis” my fake smile would have vanished long ago.
Hopefully, the window will be fixed come Monday. Thank goodness it’s not snowing or raining or really, really cold.
What’s the name of the new sheep? Looks like she’s already a sweetie pie to me!
September 27th, 2008 at 14:35
LuisLemmings: I’ll bet you’re lots of fun with preschoolers. They like rhyming words and being silly.
We have black-faced or white-faced sheep around here, but their wool is shorter and more dense than Plume’s playground sheep. She seems to have little ringlets of wool.
September 28th, 2008 at 22:08
Debster – I love goat tongues. Especially when they poke out slightly. Or when the goat baahs loudly and the tongue almost seems to be flapping in the wind. Oh boy.
Who says goats can’t talk? They must be crazy if they say that. Or just not listening. An apple a day keeps the goats close too, apparently.
LuisLemmings – Do kids ever bring apples for the teachers, or is that something out of an old wive’s tale? And do the old wives mind being called old? I am curious.
I did not get the name of the new sheep, but I’ll try to find out. She definitely seems like a swettie alrite.