Tractor driving

Today has been a normal day, for the most part. I woke up and ate granola and yogurt. I milked Nell, Ginger and Canela (in that order). I watered the herb gardens. I moved several loads of sawdust from the sawmill to the barn. This was done using the tractor. I went to Sooke to do errands. I made queso fresco and bonbon -- both soft cheeses. I started turning the soil for a garden. Tonight I milk the cows, salt the feta, and take the queso fresco out of it's mold.

While working in the garden I listened to this song.

The Truck Got Stuck - Corb Lund

I am realizing that I like country music. I don't know where I went wrong. I think as long as there is some blues it's okay.

I have been here fifty nine days. Everyday is different. Some days I am so content being here. Other days I miss my friends back home so incredibly much (you know who you are). The season's changing.  I needed to get two blankets from Josie because the two I have are not keeping me quite warm enough at night. The barn is chilly. The air is damp too. It took my clothes two days to dry on the line this week.

Here are some things I have to look forward to in October:

• Money - I start getting paid. Believe it or not up to this point the only money I have received is that made from shoveling sawdust.
• A.A Bondy - October seventh. That's the day. Drew and I are going to go to Vancouver to see A.A Bondy in concert. am I excited? Yes. 
• Slaughtering and butchering Georgina - Do not get me wrong, Georgina is an absolutely wonderful cow. But here purpose is clear - beef. And I get to soon learn some very useful (well for my life goals) skills.
• Slaughtering and processing the meat birds - These chickens are not absolutely wonderful. They're dumb. Again, I will be able to learn a very useful skill (Dad: this means that I can slaughter your meat birds now -- hmmm? what do you say?)
• A half marathon --- we'll see how that goes
• Portland (I'll keep my fingers crossed)

What do I have to look forward to tomorrow? Well there's breakfast. There's coffee time. There's lunch. Oh, and dinner. The day I return to Ontario is going to be such an incredibly bitter-sweet day. The food, ohh the food -- will it ever be different. No longer will I walk a hundred feet with a kitchen knife in hand, to the gardens, then back to the kitchen. I'll have to be much more intentional. Eeeekkk. 

And I'll be a student again. I don't want to think about that. How on earth am I suppose to sit still that long? I bet my hands will be ridiculously clean. I'm glad that day is still somewhat far away. 

When I went on a farm tour in Port Townsend I went to a Walford school that was actually a functioning farm. Now doesn't that make sense? If I have kids (waaayyy in the future, oh goodness, if if if) they're going to school on a farm. 

Well I need to eat some food before the evening milking. 

Note: I feel awkward writing this thing. I feel like I am writing lots of boring, useless, irrelevant, uninteresting information. But this is my life. It's simple.