Alritey. Where did I get to?
Therapy was good yesterday. Not so much the session itself. But the break. Last time the other Lasse had asked if I wouldn’t join them during the break. He was actually sick this time. But I went outside with Susanne and Anne. Sat in the sunshine and talked. I didn’t say that much. But it’s still a big step up from going outside alone and having no contact. I actually told them that I still lived at home. That’s a pretty big thing to share. When you live your life in constant fear of being judged.
So that was good. But enough about that. I’m tired, so I’m going to post a boatload of pictures instead of writing about cognitive therapy and it’s effect on the human psyche.
Look, bunny!
Aw, a nice bunny. Look, there’s more.
But wait, what’s that third one hiding in the back? That’s not a bunny is it? No, it’s a hare.
What a cute, cute thing. The bunnies adopted it. I’m told. Don’t you just want to pick it up and cuddle it? You should.
The horses were out in the open.
That guy thought I worked at the playground. It’s not just kids who make that mistake. I really ought to get a job there.
Musse came to say hi to me. I have never been that close to the horses before. Without a fence in between us I mean. But nothing to worry about. Mathilde was a little nervous though, you can see her getting out of the way there.
And Magnethe were watching the horses closely too.
She was very interested in my shoelaces too. On my other shoes she likes to bite them a little and then she moves on because they’re not yummy enough I guess. But on these shoes, oh boy! She kept chewing and pulling and nibbling on them. When it was time for me to leave I had to sit down and tie both shoes because they were completely undone.
Had a good time with the kids too. They got to borrow my camera a little. It’s always a lot of fun. Although I’m more careful now, after the whole “dropping my extremely expensive camera on the ground” incident.
Then I had a really bad dream involving the goats. I can’t think of anything sadder than my goats in distress. Scary dreams don’t shake me, I can spend all night being hunted by giant dinosaurs or haunted by ghosts. I enjoy those dreams. But seeing Magnethe like that, that hurt.
Luckily the real world was still in check.
Magnethe as lively as ever. This is a special picture actually. I found her sweet spot! Her achilles scratching heel. It’s not actually a secret spot, it’s the same spot that Mads and Mathilde loves to be scratched on. But it hadn’t worked on Magnethe until today. She never seemed to enjoy a good scratch. But today I hit the spot. And it got the desired result. She stopped what she was doing. Stood still and gazed off into the distance. Every now and then squinting her eyes a little. Looking blissful. I love the look they get when I scratch them there. Hehe. I made a video of Mads being scratched. I don’t know if you can really sense how much he’s enjoying it. But trust me. They love it. It’s the one thing that can stop them even when they have food on their minds. Nothing is better than a good scratch.
And Mads and me are tight, y’all.
Even though I am deadtired and unshaven and flabby there.
A boy asked me why the goats liked me so much.
That’s him. I told him that they knew me. He said: “Maybe they like you because you wear glasses?”. Aw. Hehe. You never know. Maybe it is the glasses.
He was cute. He sat down next to me and started digging in the dirt. He picked up little stones, pebbles. Ordinary stuff that you can find millions of everywhere. But he said things like “this one is very special, it’s rare” and “this one is very old. I can get 10 kroners for it. Or 20 even”. Cute. I also helped him feed Mads. He was scared of the goats. But I could tell he was interested in them. He said he was too scared to feed them, but I showed him how to do it. And he did. And of course he was all proud and delighted.
Parakeets. Of course parakeets. Like the R.E.M. song. Look, one of them has the blues.
The piglets were out today too.
Didn’t get any good pictures of them. But they are awfully cute. And if you want to see them properly then check out this video of them. Tiny, cute piglets. And a huge Mrs Piggy, the proud mother. It was good to see her up and about. In that picture I posted a few days ago, I said she was exhausted from the birth. That was an understatement. Apparently she was sick too. I overheard the caretakers talking about it. They had to call in a vet, and she got some injections. But today she was walking around and seemed healthy enough. So that’s a relief. She always amazes me just by how massive she is. She has a commanding presence. She’s a little over 5 years old. But I don’t know if that’s old for a pig.
I wonder if I would be good with kids? It’s nothing I would ever have considered in the past. Working with kids. But at the playground they seem to like me. And they always think I work there so they must see me as.. an adult. Sort of. And they ask me stuff. It seems like they even like me and sort of trust me. Maybe I could work with kids? Not yet, not right now. But maybe if life keeps improving and I do get better. I’m not sure at all, these are just thoughts floating around. I have no plans to become a kindergarten teacher or anything. But I do know that I’d love to work at the playground, and not just because of the animals. The kids too. Hmm. I guess it’s something to think about.
That’s all. Tonight is the big Lost episode where we’re supposed to learn what the deal is with the hatch stuff. I am excited. Too bad I’ll have to wait for tomorrow before I can watch it. But still, very excited. And excited about Mew too. Ten days and counting.
It’s nice to have good things to look forward to. Short term and long.
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October 6th, 2005 at 3:18 e
Your dream shows how caring you are. So I think it’s about compassion. I must say I chuckled at the marshmallow accident part. I rather like the idea of marshmallows causing accidents. Soft landings! And hmmm..symbolically having marshmallows on your shoulder is better than lots of armour so that may have been part of it too. You’re not hiding your vulnerability from people…you wear it on your shoulder kind of thing. I think people can see the kindness in you and animals are especially intuitive and insightful. If glasses is the reason then you are 100% glasses heh. It’s a funny thing. There’s only been one time in my life where I faced witnessing someone else’s pain and that was when my mom was dying of cancer. I couldn’t do anything about it – the cancer I mean – but just being there…having the courage to stay and face the worst of it with her meant the world to her…and that’s what your dream is about. You would be there for the goats if they needed you. You would help them.
P.S. My Bunny is bigger than your Bunny. hehe. I have a Minnie, too. Funny the names 10,000 pound animals get. Secretly it makes me happy.
October 7th, 2005 at 1:37 e
Du vil være god til børn, så det er da en mulighed – og du har masser af tid. Dejligt at følge med i dine livstag med hverdagen. De sætter nogle af mine småirritationer i relief, så .. frem over landskabet. Forøvrigt så er det undulater, ikke parakitter. De hedder budg…etwas på engelsk, tror jeg nok.