Day 13

So i was too tired last night to write a blog for today, and in short time you will learn why.  Dan and Will were going to the farmers market, so they had to wake up at 530, and of course I heard Dan so for a few minutes I was awake that early as well.  It was just me and Kent for a day, and to me it meant an easy day. Not that Kent is a  pushover, but he likes to have a good time, and he likes to take frequent breaks, which is A OK in my book.  So I started early and did the rounds, fed the chickens and rabbits and pigs, and dogs etc.  And then I asked Kent what I should do, and he told me I had to put some things in the trashcan and build a small cage for the baby pigs to eat out of.  So within 10 minutes I was done with the trashcan job, and then I went to go make a small cage, with metal fencing they had taken apart from a previous cage.  So I drove over to the Sal paddock, and once I got inside I started to build my gate.  Kent didn't give me much ins ruction with building the gate, but that wasn't new to me.  I started with four blue metal fences and moved them around to finally make a square, with stakes and rope to tie knots from the gate to the actual paddock fence.  It wasn't very hard, but pretty rewarding I guess because I figured it out by myself, now the only problem was that the feeder I put inside this little cage wouldn't fit.  No matter what way I positioned the feeder, it was just too big to fit in.  At that point it started to rain, so I did the best I cold and drove back to the barn to find Kent.  I asked Kent what I should do, and he stopped me mid sentence, what we should do is go in for lunch.  Hmmm, well alright.  So we went in, had some left over lasagna, and tomatoes.  After we finished, Kent glanced outside where it was still drizzling and said well we might as well relax until it stops raining, and plus Will isn't here to boss us around.  Classic case of when the cats away the mice shall play.  Whenever my dad would go on business trips, this was the line commonly used by cath, when we would go out to fast-food.  Haha classic.  So we sat down on the couch, kicked our feet up and watched some show that Will and Kent love about young couples searching to buy homes all over the world.  They have a local real estate show the couple three different homes, and by the end the couple chooses their favorite home, and Will and Kent guess the right home 9 times out of 10.  They are so extremely critical about every little thing in each house, haha its amazing I didn't know anyone could be so meticulous about things like that.  I felt kind of bad to be honest, I mean my stay composes of working hard throughout the day to balance the food and housing they provide  ( which it obviously never will because of the amazing amenities to this farm ).  I kept saying hey Kent are you sure you don't want me to go outside and finish the gate, or do the afternoon rounds.  Just relax a little max, cmon.  So, I did and I relaxed for about an hour, playing games on my phone, and watching TV, and eating a black and white cookie that my mom packed me before I got here, so the cookie was about two weeks old.  I went back out to my cage that I built and added to more metal fence panels to one set of sides to make it longer, so that it could maintain holding a feeder.  I finished that job, and went straight for my afternoon rounds.  As I was driving back to the barn in my JD I was going past a gate I have gone past 100 times, but this time I didn't see it on the right front of my gator I guess, and hit it decently hard.  It made quite a loud sound, and for a minute I was downright scared because I thought I had either ruined the JD, or the gate.  Turns out, as I got up from my gator neither was damaged.  Oh thank goodness!  So I went back to the JD and started it and drove it back to the garage.  But wait...there was a terribly loading screeching noise every time I turned the wheel.  Oh boy, I hope I didn't just make that happen ( I obviously knew I did, I just didn't want to realize it ).  So for the rest of the day and up until present time the JD now squeaks with terribly loud volume while its running thanks to me.  So after I finished all my duties I came back to the house, and showered and shyly waited around until Dan wanted to go to the fair with me.  I had gotten flaked on the previous night, and he had promised me that tonight was the night.  So I sheepishly asked him when he wanted to go and he said about an hour.  After an hour I murmured  again so dan do you still want to go?  Yea in about 20  minutes.  So I waited it out, and after 30 minutes it as game time.  We got in the car, drove to Frederick, Maryland and parked next to hundreds of other cars just in Lot A.  We walked up to the ticket booth and each payed seven dollars to get in.  I was amazed at how many  people were at the fair, but Dan was pretty casual about the whole thing because he had grown up around here, and fairs were pretty common.  Our first priority was to find some nice junk food to eat.  Oh but everything sounded so good I told Dan, and he told me not to blow my load too soon...classic.  So after searching for just the right place to eat, I found a booth selling memphis style pulled pork sandwiches that I could just not resist.  So i bought one for six dollars, and boy was it worth it.  Easily the best pulled pork sandwich I had ever eaten.  delicious.  After we finished our meals we strolled around the whole fair, which went in a big circle.  Walking around, the people looked all too classically stereotypical.  All farmer hillbilly Esc and all had strange disgusting facial hair.  Take it my facial hair might not be the prettiest, but at least I don't shave it to try and look hideous.  Anyways, so we walked around and finally got to a kind of petting zoo, where some strange animals such as emu's and donkeys were.  As I was waking by I remembered feeling terrible for these animals because of the life they were living.  Now you may think that I might be contradicting myself when I say that, because on the other hand I was catching chickens up with a net.  But hear me out, I asked Will about the animals on his farm and this is what he told me.  The life these animals live on the farm here is better than anywhere else.  They basically live in paradise, and just because the last hour or so of their lives is terrible doesn't change that fact.  So I felt kind of bad for the animals at the petting zoo.  We then made it to the game section.  Classic carnival games.  So Dan was super into wining something tonight, and I am not quite sure why, but I had a good time playing them with him as well.  So we first played darts and we both got a small stuffed animal, but the pricing was a complete ripoff.  But hey what do you expect I guess.  After about 50 dollars later we each had the same toys.  Go figure.  The people working these stands were redneck hillbillies, who were never properly educated so it was almost easy for them to scam you.  They would say something in a language close to english and hand you a ball, so you take the ball because you think he's giving you a free turn, but he really just told you the price from his native tongue.  So as fun as all the games were, our money went down the toilet.  But it was a good time.  So after that we went and got funnel cake, and deep fried oreos.  I am pretty sure, calorie wise, eating two of the deep fried oreos should be enough for the normal persons intake in a day...classic.  While we were eating we were talking about siblings and I asked Dan about his, and he kind of dodged the question, but in a totally obvious way.  As if he wasn't answering just as a joke.  And it kind of ticked me off, because I didn't get what he was trying to hide, so I kept asking him questions until we left, and even until we got in the car.  Questions that he was jokingly not answering on purpose, such as what his last name was, what his parents did for a living.  Stupid things like that.  And as soon as we got in the car, something came up where dan called a rut in the ground we drove over "gay", and I told him that I don't use those as synonymous words. And Dan got the biggest crack up about that, so he joked on for about 10 minutes calling everything we say "gay" or a person a "fag", just as a complete joke.  But then after I told him the joke was over, he forwardly said well  its ok for me to say because I am homosexual.  And after all this joking Dan was doing the howl night, I obviously didn't take him seriously.  I called his bluff.  Dan you are clearly not homosexual you are just playing another joke on me, but in the back of my mind I was replaying instances that would suggest his sexual orientation.  And there were actually a couple of times that I can remember where he was a little timid to talk about girls.  The time when I asked him if he had a girl friend, and he responded with I don't have time for relationships, I have to focus on my goals.  He kind of "beat around the bush" not exactly saying "because girls are too much work.." etc.  And there was another time where I would say hey, tonight at the fair lets try and get some girls numbers, and he would kind of laugh it off and say yeah right man.  None of this was solid evidence, but in my head it was something to build off of.  After talking the whole ride home, Dan introduced me to his sexuality.  I was mind blown to say the least.  After getting to know Dan for about a week and a half, I could never ever picture him as being homosexual.  That just goes to show how stupid judgments, and stereotypes really are.  Dan is easily the straightest homosexual guy I have ever met, and its awesome.  The only thing now, is that in the house it is almost like a wave of homosexuality trying to smother me...classic.  But not really, I thought it was totally cool that Dan is a homosexual, not because he isn't flamboyant, but because he doesn't fit into a stereotype, and I love that.  So on that surprising note.  I will go to bed.  Nighty.