Day 2

I woke up at 730 again, and didn't get to go pee until 744.  They have one bathroom for 3 sons, and two woofers.  Now that is classic.  So i finally went pee, and put my contacts ink, and this time went to the kitchen for breakfast.  I got down and ross was making bacon...for himself, so I just made some toast.  I put on some butter, and slapped on some homemade raspberry jam.  After breakfast I went out and did the chicken chores.  One thing I have noticed about the chickens on this farm, is that they aren't shy at all, almost aggressive if you ask me.  When I go take the eggs out of the nest boxes, they swarm around me and even when I shoo them away with my foot they don't move.  When I was just leaving one coop to go to the next, one came at me and pecked my leg.  That much I don't get.  At Whitmore the chickens there never in a million years would have been so bellicose.  It was kind of scary the way they followed me in a big huddle, as if hey were going to jump me or something.  I fed them, filled their empt containers with water, and fed the turkeys.  After I washed and packaged the eggs, I went and helped ZOELLI ( not Noelli ) in the greenhouse we were in yesterday, and we just finished taking down the other row of tomatoes, and clearing the tarp under the tomato plants.  Then we hoed the weeds and raked them into piles to eventually throw them in the composting pile.  There was another row in the greenhouse that needed hoeing and weeding, so I was the man for the job.  I had never done either before, so at first it was kind of awkward, but then I got the hang of it.  It was kind of a workout too.  I got done with that job, and then helped Harold roll up the hoses, and finished weeding a different patch.  Before you know it, it was lunch.  Thats the thing with working in the greenhouse for me so far, none of the jobs are that labor intensive but they all are very time consuming.  So we went in for lunch earlier than normal, and I went into my room for a few minutes and played some games on my phone, then went down to the kitchen because I thought it rude to not help if they needed.  I went down, and of course the whole family was helping out, so I stood there looking out the window for five minutes until they were ready.  We had a thanksgiving type dinner with chicken and gravy and baked potatoes.  They seriously do have strange eating habits.  They put cream cheese on their potatoes, which isn't that weird I guess, but I have never seen it done.  Meals are kind of weird here.  There is so much side conversation and inside jokes, I find myself silent most of every meal.  They don't like interact very much with me or Zoelli.  I try to add something to any conversation, but not much is sustained.  So after lunch harold played with the idea of staying inside the rest of the day to help Laura with some cooking.  Wow off the hook already?  Is it too good to be true?  Yes.  He then remembered some plants in a different greenhouse needed to be weeded, but because the lettuce was growing, we had to weed with our hands...classic.  You have to pick the right weed which can be hard sometimes because they blend very well.  Harold told me sometimes, you had to step back and look from a larger scope to see where the weeds were.  For me though, it was easy to spot the bad ones from up close.  All i had to do was focus for a second, and the bad weeds would almost highlight themselves.  I turned out to like it actually.  I started on lettuce that was a dark greenish red so it was easier to tell the difference between lettuce and weed, but as I moved farther and farther down the greenhouse the lettuce hue was the same as the weed, so the process was solely based on shape and size.  It wasn't the most exciting job I have ever had, but when I plugged in my headphones and got in the zone, I was picking like a mad man.  I think about a lot of things when I have this much time to myself.  I think about my past and my future.  I think about my senior year a lot.  How fun it was, how close I got with my friends, and how much I miss the carelessness of it.  All of it was great.  I think about going to college next year and starting a new life.  I think about going home at the end of the month and visiting my friends at college already, and raging with them.  I think about taking art school in the spring and how interesting that should be.  I could think for hours if I really wanted to.  My mind just goes off.  After I finished I did the afternoon chicken chores and washed the eggs and called it a day for working.  I left the eggs for Zoelli to package because she said she would.  I showered quickly and called the rents early because its hard to call anyone late here.  The walls are like paper and you can hear anything and everything, and the owners go to sleep at 930 PM so yea classic.  AS for the rest of the night we had burritos for dinner, an awkward conversation at the table, and no dessert.  I do not know why they don't eat dessert here, but it drives me crazy.  I have a whole other stomach for dessert i think, good thing I have some leftover cookies from Whitmore.  After much thought I fell like I have some idea of the difference between the two farms.  I feel like Whitmore farm was in existence as a business.  The income they had was, in majority, from the farm.  Here in Maine I feel as though it is a family that just happens to live on a farm.  Not that they don't sell their products, but it is so much more laid back, and the first priority isn't the farm; its the family.  Just something I was thinking about.  Anyways. Nighty.