Wednesday. That means it's dairy day. I woke up (at least tried to) at six this morning, scarffed down a bowl of oatmeal and got through half a cup of tea. Today has been a little off.

Monday was Victoria Day. I took the public bus into the city. I wandered around, with my downtown Victoria map. There were two places I wanted to go to: Russel Books and the library. You see, when it comes down to it, I'm really an exciting person. Well I've got a temporary library card now. Beat that. And Russel Books - it's a very large, very wonderful used book store. I was reading Scott Peck, and though I wanted so badly to buy one of his books - I resisted the urge and left the store.
*This is what I wrote in my journal about Scott Peck. "Scott Peck, man, the few words I read of his not only acknowledged doubt in Christian faith, but accepted it - almost approved it. 'It's okay.' People cry out to God out of loneliness in Psalms all the time. Fear though - that's dangerous. To be afraid of your doubts, afraid of your lack of faith - it's dangerous. I don't want to draw near to God out of fear. I want to draw near to him ou of love, because of a friendship and a closeness."
I went to two coffee shops that day. One was recommended to me, and had a shockingly good Americano. The other was in Chinatown (Canada's OLDEST Chinatown) and was kind of ridiculous. I have two other cafes dotted on my little map, and those will be my next Victoria stops. Monday ended with wings at the 17 Mile House. Monday is wing night. Everyone from the farm goes to the pub; we all eat wings and drink beer, and get home nice and early for work the next day.

Tuesday was interesting. I think it's beginning to set in that this is where I will be for the next, bahh I don't know. I had an intense conversation. About astrotheology. And monotheism. My brain hurt afterwards. It was an exhausting conversation. I was asked, "How at the end of the day, does being a Christian change things?" That doesn't sound like the most challenging question to answer, but it's a very real question to be asked by someone in perhaps the first real conversation you've ever had with them. After we got back to the farm I turned my music up very loud (listening to my i-pod) and shovelled the sawdust from underneath the wood-mizer as fast as I could. It felt great. Then I went to the greenhouse and pulled bolted arugula out in record-breaking time. Interpret that how you'd like to.

Today I may Queso Fresco (a medium temperature cheese which uses mesophylic culture - woop dee doo). I also cleaned out the milking foyer, the proper name for a milking room. I have a break part-way through the day because at six o'clock I need to do the milking again. I went to the neighbours and swam in their pond.

My days are really simple. Nothing too exciting happens. Bikerides and going out for coffee are perhaps the most exciting things that happen to me. I'm a farm hand. I do the odd jobs that need to be done. It's not incredibly exciting. But I like it. I enjoy the simplicity. It makes me think. My brain is working awfully hard for not being in school - for pulling weeds, cutting the roots off of fennel, weighing chard, scrubbing conrete floors, and shovelling sawdust. It's a little unnerving. And uncomfortable. But it's what trying to be genuine looks like. I think.

P.S Vivi just gave me flowers. That's sweet, huh? I thought so.