I have a fantastic job. I really don’t think I could have a better job. I teach a very sweet, kind, and funny group of 12-14 year olds. They’re not mean or rude and most of them really like me and like our class. I don’t know if I could have lucked out more than I did. That said, after having 2 weeks at home full of sleeping in, relaxed morning coffee, and then work around the house and farm, it sure was hard to go back. It’s easy to forget how lovely your actual job is when it takes just over an hour to get there and an hour to get back, when you could go to work on your farm and it would really only take stepping outside to get there. So it was a bit of a hard week. Getting up in the morning is definitely the hardest part, but the first week is over, and there’s only something like 12 or 13 weeks left until this job is up, I’m unemployed and will be BEGGING for someone to get me out of bed at 6:00 am as long as it means I have a job.
Because I spend so much time away from home during the week, I guard my weekends and don’t give them up for much. I don’t usually like to leave the island. I don’t usually want to go ANYWHERE. However, when there’s a rally against oil tankers leaving our west coast to go to China, I feel compelled to attend. I feel a lot differently about oil than I did 5 or 6 or 10 years ago. I spend over an hour in my car every day and we do not live in a plastic-free household, although I often wish we did. We use the stuff, more than we should, and less than a lot of other North-Americans. That said, we need to check our dependance on the dirty black goo and sending tankers that are a quarter mile long to China sure isn’t a good way to do that. Tankers are, in my honest opinion, really freaking scary, and it doesn’t matter how much mitigating Enbridge does, there’s always the chance of an accident. SO, long story short, Jer and I went over to show our un-support. And while we were there, we picked up this. 2 cubic yards of fish mulch. A big, big pile of lovely beautiful black fertilizer. We spent a lot of today getting it out of the truck, 1 wheelbarrow at a time. There were just over 20 wheelbarrows full. Pretty awesome.
In other news, we bottled a batch of beer this week. We tried to bottle our blackberry wine, but it’s still fermenting a little, and I don’t want a bubbly wine. I want a smooth wine. So that’ll be another few weeks. We also candled our eggs that have been in the incubator, to see whether it looks like any chicks are developing. Some of the eggs look like they may have a bacterial infection, but I think the plan is to just leave them for now, and we’ll see how it goes. Hopefully none of them explode into a disgusting, stinky mess. Jer built a beautiful gate this week out of an old fence that fell down, and we put it up today. We still have 1 more to build, but it’s pretty low on the list. This one makes me really happy.
Spring keeps coming in earnest, even though the weather sure hasn’t been cooperating (it SNOWED again yesterday! April fools! Except it wasn’t a joke. Really.). We keep finding new daffodils all through the forest, and we picked our first bouquet this week. Earlier in the week, when Jer went to go check out the dead deer in a far corner of the property (we think it was hit by a car – it’s been there over a week now, and is getting pretty special looking and smelling), he found these white flowers too. Cow parsnip? Anyone know for sure? There’s a million of them, and they’re growing in a swampy marsh. We didn’t touch them in case they are cow parsnip, which burns your skin. Not nice. Regardless, the flowers are really pretty and there are a million of them.