I’ve been such a good girl at the farm. Not only did I work and ride all day, I also decided to do some stomach excersices, you know, to not get problems with my back later. So every day, after work but before lunch, I did sit-ups. I even managed to work myself into a sweat. I felt so proud of myself.
Remy the dog used to come into my room and lie under my bed. But when he was laying there and I started doing my sit-ups, he always crawled out and left, after giving me a long look from the door. He probably thought I’d gone mad.
And in the evenings, inbetween brushing my teeth and rinsing with mouth wash, I flossed. Every night. Back home, I only used to do it, like, a couple of times a week. But here, I made a ceremony out of it. My dentist would be so proud of me.
But as a parting gift, the night before I left, my dental floss disappeared. I had this roll, actually a refill that I hadn’t bothered to put in a box. A few nights earlier, I hadn’t been able to find the end, so I had had to pull at different parts of the roll until I found the end. Which lead to the roll having a few loose loops and stuff. I’m pretty sure Leo the mongrel cat found it on one of his explorations in my room and thought it looked like a fun toy. He is the only creature that I know that would steal dental floss.
I guess that that was a parting gift of sorts. He welcomed me to Time Out Farms by stealing my favourite pen, and he said farewell by stealing my dental floss. Everyone has their ways.
Katja Malmborg 