  Went blueberry picking on monday. Tried to get up Tuesday morning and flopped back down like a big dead fish. In short; we came, we saw, we picked, we slept, we paid the price. Picked 230 pounds of blueberries, which evidently isn't bad for the sparsely berried patch we were in. On a mature field, a person would easily get twice that. We did get a hundred bucks out of it, likely that will go to advil, and muscle relaxants.
Who would've thought that squatting, and creeping along would cause torrents of ridiculous pain, but it certainly made sense; i've not ever spent that much time stooping. I'm definitely not used to squatting for nine hours a day. Stoop, squat, rake rake rake, shuffle, repeat. Kurt's in the same position, that postion being moaning when movement is required. I told the farmer guy we'd give it a try next year, provided we're in better shape. Saw a job posting just now that involves taking care of puppies for 24hrs a week. Going to call tomorrow about it, find out why they aren't offering full time work. The place is a kennel/farm for llewellin setters - a very pretty type of bird dog. Here's the job description: "Prepare food and feed animals, Clean and disinfect cages, pens, aquariums, kennels, runs, stall and enclosures, Assist animal breeders to handle and nurture animals, Monitor and document animal behaviour. " Now, I know the cleaning and disinfecting is not all that appealing. But, to be around dogs, and a lot of them for extended periods of time would be definitely up my alley. I'd be quite happy, rather ripe smelling, but happy. You know, I rather think I have a mushy head.
If I had to choose between dealing with people or cleaning up dog shit eight hours a day, give me a pooper scooper. I keep thinking; I have to set my standards high, get a job that has something at least marginally to do with my education. Or, a job high paying enough that I can continue to pay for my education. But no, I'm having poop scooping fantasies. (To be fair, I am going to look into learning the trade of dog breeding, finding all about it as a business, and what one has to do to become a trainer and so on and so forth, but really, I do want to play with dogs.
) I want a job where I don't have to talk to very many people, where I do not have to sell shit, and something that involves using my mind, or my emotions. Ideally, using both emotions and intellect. Sounds an awful lot like a writer, doesn't it? I also want to play with animals, learn how to make/bake/cook stuff, and, well, just plain learn.
Any ideas, advice, etc? (Don't say 'go back to school, ya loser! ' I can't, not until a chunk of this loan gets paid off, or I get some serious coin. ) Eaten by blackflies As well as other biters They all must suffer. 
