Sink, Accent, Jackhammer

Okay so things have been pretty quiet around here. One problem: I have fallen in love with Luna. She is Amir's dog and oh so cute. If I lived closer, I might just have to kidnap her. Anyway, enough of that.

A new kid was supposed to come today so we cleaned up a bit. Amir got the sink working...not sure if I told you guys about this or not. So the sink is a very simple machine with basically a pipe leading out. Jonathan tried to unclog it but then it went into not draining and dripping slowly. Amir fixed it this morning though, so the cooking can resume (there is only so long you can live on bread and chocolate spread).

Next, Jonathan decided to clean a blanket for the new kid and wound up blowing a fuse and making it so the washing machine is not working, nice. We raked the chicken coup, I made new nests for them, and then we put everything into the compost. Then I pulled out old squash, some of my arch nemesis, pineapple, moved the watering hole, cut eggplant, fixed the rows of eggplant and peppers and then began to "make" sticks to hold up more eggplant tomorrow. It was a long day but it was 12 and that meant I was stopping.

My bricks are coming along quite well, I make 3-5 a day (yesterday 7!). I enjoyed some pasta for lunch and am just relaxing for a bit. The new guy: his name is (I forget, Gesepie or something weird like that...okay not something weird like that but something so common). He is 21 from DC, moving to California (just switched schools), thinking about either being a history professor or a psychologist, a major talker. He is supposed to be here for about 3 months.

Jonathan is way funny. So he has been into this whole Jersey accent, which is totally a NY accent, an old Jewish grandmother accent. He talks all the time with it and for whatever reason it cracks me up. I mean I cannot go without laughing; even if he is talking about something serious! He will be off house sitting for TWO MONTHS! Crazy. He wants to come and work each day here though, we shall see. I was invited to chill there and might - perhaps even my last week to explore a bit more.

So I know I fill you in a lot with the people who I have been working with, but I mean that is all I have so that is now what you have. Okay, last Jonathan story of the day. Last night was COLD. I mean really cold. Socks were on, hoodie was over the hair and I was still cold. I woke up to chills. I warmed up after I changed positions, you know the fetal position where you are in a ball and all of the heat is surrounding you. Then Jonathan woke up and said something along the lines of "it is frickin freezin" in his accent. He decided the cats had flees and the dog was too far away to warm him up. He went to turn on the AC which also is a heater...it worked for about 5 minutes before I heard a jackhammer. I thought it was the neighbor working on his new house but realized it was the "heater." It was late, give me a break. Anyway, Jonathan adjusted the speed to get it to stop but it just made the jackhammer noises go faster and slower...finally he turned it off singing a sad song of how cold he was. It was fabulous.