Day 4

I wish i could write these blogs in pieces.  It would be so much easier, because I think about so much stuff to write about, but by the time I am laying cozy in my bed I forget most of it.  Anyways, I woke at 745 today just to push the boundaries; but I am coming to see there really aren't any boundaries.  I didn't put my contacts in which saved some time, but was still later than usual.  I had the regular: toast with jam and honey and one with peanut butter.  I think tomorrow I want to try something different.  Maybe eggs?  Who knows.  Drinking water for breakfast should be illegal.  Right when you wake up something that bland is detrimental to your taste buds.  As I was eating I peered over to the thermometer outside and it read 31 degrees Fahrenheit...classic.  So I went back up stairs put on two sweatshirts, and went to start the chicken chores.  I grabbed two baskets, and went to work.  One of the coops was out of both food and water, which in return made them extremely belligerent.  I went in the fenced area and they started to surround me, like a gang.  Luckily I jumped around like a crazy person just enough to make them disperse.  I went back to the kitchen and washed all the eggs.  I like to listen to music during any chore that I have including washing eggs, but sometimes Laura is in the kitchen as well.  That awkward moment when you are in the middle of a classic song, and someone is trying to tell you something so you have to take your earphones out.  After I finished washing I boxed them, and found Harold to help me with cutting wood.  He had to eat breakfast, and I had to take a dookie so it worked out nicely.  I walked up the stairs and went straight into the bathroom because the door was open, to find a girl brushing her hair whom I had never seen before.  Oh wow I am sorry I just need the bathroom.  no worries Ill be out in just a minute.  After she left I shut the door and locked it, and stayed in there for a good 20 minutes ;).  After I was all washed up I went down and Harold and I brought the tools out to cut some wood.  There was a big momma of wood right on everything else, so we decided to cut that first.  Because it was so big we decided to cut the log 18 inches.  Its weird cutting something that thick because the blade never pinches ( meaning the blade won't get stuck in the wood ) and you can slice right through it.  We cut for awhile, and I moved the logs to the pile, which I am still sore from, and then we started to move the logs.  They are stacked so high that you need to roll them down from the top sometimes.  So I went on top of the 10 ft pile and rolled one humongous log down.  This created a domino effect that rolled down 2 other logs.  I got one more log to roll off from the top of the pile and then I came down.  Now, we had an abundance of wood to cut from.  yay...classic.  We started cutting some more, and then I hauled the logs to the pile, and then it was time for lunch.  We had another meal of chicken and potatoes and brussel sprouts and broccoli.  The funny thing about grace here is that we all sit down and talk for a second, then do grace and right after it is over, go back to what we were talking about.  Almost like grace is just a pause in the conversation.  But they obviously take it seriously since, they perform it at every meal.  At lunch the girl i ran into the bathroom with sat next to me, and introduced herself as Christina the family friend.  She was just visiting, and getting Troy's help on her car repair.  After lunch Harold left me alone to cut some more wood.  I went out by myself and starting marking the wood every 4 ft and cutting.  Things were going smoothly until I was cutting a small branch.  I was cutting, and I am not sure if you remember but yesterday I talked about Harold putting on a nut in the chainsaw's muffler type contraption, but anyways the whole thing came out of my chainsaw while I was working.  I quickly turned the machine off and my first thought was to pick up the piece that fell off, oblivious to the fact that I had just been cutting for 25 minutes.  I reached to pick it up and within in a second I realize how hot the muffler was.  Goodness gracious.  I burned my left hand and went in to wash it with some cold water.  I knew it was that bad because the color of my hand never changed, but I would get sudden sharp pains on and off for an hour until after it happened.  Now it is fine, but it hurt a lot before.  After I told Harold, he diagnosed me OK, and I put away all the cutting material, I went and helped Zoelli weed the lettuce.  This took a good hour, and after that we did chicken chores.  I had to fill the chickens water and they were not happy because some of the containers were empty.  Every chance I get, I like to stare out to the lake and the hills, filled with endless amazing trees, and take it all in.  The view is undoubtedly the most beautiful I have ever seen, and on top of that it gives me a warm nostalgia of Mammoth for some reason.  So I went inside after a tiring day of work, and washed the eggs, and rested on my bed for awhile.  I played some games on my phone, and then it was time for dinner.  Laura made a pasta dish with green beans, which apparently had not been done before because of the sarcastically praising comments Ross was giving her.  Ross is like a cartoon character.  He had big goofy glasses, a nasal voice, and wears the same clothes everyday.  He doesn't do much besides paint, and hangout with his brother Troy.  his is full of snide remarks, and I haven't seen a different side of him yet.  Interesting.  I practiced some SAT passages.  Classic case of that test is still dumb a year later.  Well I'm exhausted.  Nighty.