So, you might be wondering what sort of routine I'm getting into here. I would like to know this as well. Yesterday, I entered data from a phone campaign, then picked up a car, then went to get painting supplies and began painting signs, I ran around the farm a bit with Abbott, the two-year-old puppy dog who is my best friend (he has long golden-retriever hair that flops everywhere when he moves). Then I went to the feed store and had my first incident of the summer.
I was backing up the truck so they could put stuff in the back (btw, I drove a truck yesterday, first time ever!) And maybe I was put off by the pretty girl riding a horse nearby or I didn't realize that the tailgate was down. Anywhere, I gently rammed the back of the truck into the loading dock. But no worries, I didn't damage anything, just gave the people at the store a little something to laugh at me about.
I then finished my evening at a fun potluck in Augusta. So yeah, all that seems to fit together into some parts of the life I'll be living for the next 10 weeks.
Today was my first chore day. I woke up at 6 and then we spent the morning feeding the horses and leading them out to pasture. I essentially felt incompetent and decided that I would just keep up a steady stream of chatter to cover my total unpreparedness. But it wasn't hard work, just good ole manual labor.
so it's now 8:20 am EST and I'm ready for my morning nap.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Night Prior
Hello to all of you who wish to absorb my wisdom. My name is Cane, and this summer I will be in Maine. Because of the beautifully incongruousness nature of English pronunciation, I rhyme with the state in which I will reside. For this reason, I have chosen, after long deliberation, to be Maine Cane.
What I have did in order to prepare for tomorrow is to write into my facebook status "jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton, jump down turn around pick a bale of hay [sic]." My cousin Emily soon-to-be Rafuse? (nee Mitchell), who owns a farm in Vassalboro, ME saw my status and asked if that was an application to work on her place this summer. Me, having nothing to do as of yet for the summer, said "of course it is." And it has since become reality.
I will be working on the Lupine Farm, which is primarily a full-service equestrian facility with additional garden space, and then spending the time remaining to help with the gubernatorial campaign of my aunt Libby Mitchell as well as my cousin's bid for state legislature.
In whatever remaining time there is, I will be in Portland, hanging with family, and hanging around the farm, fishing in the nearby Kennebec River and feeling like a yankee Tom Sawyer.
Disclaimer: I know nothing about farms or campaigns, but I like learning about things I don't know about, and I will be trying to update the blog at least once a week, such that it runs from May 26 to August 7.
What I have did in order to prepare for tomorrow is to write into my facebook status "jump down turn around pick a bale of cotton, jump down turn around pick a bale of hay [sic]." My cousin Emily soon-to-be Rafuse? (nee Mitchell), who owns a farm in Vassalboro, ME saw my status and asked if that was an application to work on her place this summer. Me, having nothing to do as of yet for the summer, said "of course it is." And it has since become reality.
I will be working on the Lupine Farm, which is primarily a full-service equestrian facility with additional garden space, and then spending the time remaining to help with the gubernatorial campaign of my aunt Libby Mitchell as well as my cousin's bid for state legislature.
In whatever remaining time there is, I will be in Portland, hanging with family, and hanging around the farm, fishing in the nearby Kennebec River and feeling like a yankee Tom Sawyer.
Disclaimer: I know nothing about farms or campaigns, but I like learning about things I don't know about, and I will be trying to update the blog at least once a week, such that it runs from May 26 to August 7.
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