Today was quite eventful.
I was awaked this morning by my father. I had neglected, yet again, to set my alarm clock back to the correct time. It went a little something like this.
Pop: “Get up! We are leaving at eight to go work on the farm.”
Me: Manual labor? Yay! (Or something like that)
I got ready… French braid and all. (Phebe and Hannah, I know they scare you…)
Eight eventually turned into eight thirty…
We, my three sisters, my brother, and myself, all climbed into the van ready for a fun day of work out at Uncle Mike’s house.
We got there and were assigned jobs. I got to rake… (notice the word ‘got’) I love working.
So, after leveling mulch, first around some fruit trees, then around raspberry bushes, I put my tools away.
Hot dogs for lunch… Martin’s Potato rolls are the bomb, in case you were wondering.
After lunch I cleaned their kitchen… (I bet everyone just died of shock.) After I cleaned, we left. We drove home.
When we got home, I took a shower and cleaned all the dirt from under my fingernails. Then I had to decide what to wear.
Purple Old Navy Skirt + Old Navy stripy shirt = Fabulosity.
I got all gussied up…………. and went to a nursing home… (Ha! Anti-climactic)
I sang… and talked to old people… and ate cookies… and drank Kool-aid.
Then we drove home again.
I walked in the door and was greeted with a “Katie, will you make salad please?”
I made salad. Then I cleaned my room and talked on the phone.
Then we ate dinner. Chicken Pot Pie! Then I cleaned the kitchen. (Please. Would you stop fainting?!)
Then I talked on the phone some more.
Then I played Bananagrams. My best word was ‘haywire’ Then I sat down and wrote about my day.
You exhausted yet? Yeah, me neither.
The sun blazes on my pale skin
Turning it an ugly red
But I keep going
I like the way it feels
To force my shovel into the hard ground
It soothes my racing mind
To tame the unkempt earth
Sweat pours down my face
But I don’t wipe it away
It reminds me that I’m working
Reminds me to finish strong
My muscles burn
My body’s tired
But I don’t give up
I push myself to go on
And only when they say,
I pack it up and head for home.