Day 23

I woke up at 745 today because I went to bed so early I think.  I had just toast with jelly this morning.  But while I was putting my bread in the toaster, Harold comes in from the barn, and beckons Hey max can you come fire up the chainsaw for me I want to see if it is working.  I was half asleep still, and wasn't sure if he was joking or not.  But by his Stonewall Jackson stance, I could tell he wasn't.  So I went outside in socks, and yanked on the lever as hard as I could, and after one tug, it turned on.  Meh.  So I went back inside to my meal.  After I started the chainsaw, I knew that today was going to be a long day.  I got dressed, and after I collected eggs, I was about to wash them, but Harold stopped me short and told me I could go cut wood instead.  So I went out and started.  Measure, cut, move, refill chainsaw, repeat.  I did this for 3 and a half hours until lunch, and the only thing that really hurt were my wrists.  The way that you have to cradle the really big logs forces you to bend your wrist in a very awkward way, therefore making mine feel broken.  My arms were, and still are extremely sore, but I thought hey, I leave in two days, why not work hard.  By lunch Ross, and Harold had left to meet with a gallery owner, to discuss Ross's artwork being displayed.  It actually sounded like a pretty big accomplishment for Ross at the raw age of 22.  For lunch we had burritos, which for some reason really spiked my appetite, and I ate two full burritos, with a bowl of salad.  Pretty solid if you ask me.  After lunch, I relaxed, because I was planning on cutting wood the whole day.  Right when I was going out to start again, Laura wanted me to cut at my discretion because she didn't want me getting hurt.  I told her it was ok because I was going home in two days anyways.  It seems that anything is ok, since I am going home in two days.  I went back out and cut for a good hour and forty five minutes, until Zoelli came to me.  She claimed that she was done weeding, and wanted to help me cut.  I wasn't quite sure what she could do since she told me she couldn't move the logs, and was ant wearing shoes.  Just then a former Woofer came to the house to pick up his car that he had left here.  His name is Gabe and he is 27.  A super, super nice guy, a bit shy, but very laid back.  He was only coming back for his car, but the Grams took it that he would stay for a day to help out and cut wood, and then take me to the airport.  How wrong they were, for Gabe was planning on only staying for one night.  This conflict created some discussion, but in the end Gabe is leaving tomorrow morning.  He felt bad that he couldn't help the next day, so he came and helped me with wood, which by the way takes like 30 minutes less per time.  It was amazing.  So we cut and moved until 430, and then did the chickens and went in to call it a day.  For dinner we had chicken and potatoes, and broccoli, which was fine, but I was hoping for something better.  Dinner was pretty normal with the conversation percentages being as 10% inclusive to the whole table and 90% exclusive to half the table.  After dinner, Zoelli and Gabe played chess, and I made some calls, and now it is past my bedtime.  The last working day tomorrow, go big or go home.  Nighty.