It has been awhile and I’m sorry
about that I wrote this a week ago but I didn’t get to send it to mom to post
it before I had to go on a weeklong fieldtrip. So I am uploading this without
having someone filter it first because now mom is at the Fryeburg Fair. So
there is going to be a lot of bad grammar and spelling.
Well on Tuesdays we have hot
breakfast and it starts at 7:30 so that is kind of early. But anyway it was
pancake breakfast and I was like yeah I think I’ll get up for it. So at 8:15 I rolled out of bed and slid
down the stairs to the dining room and saw bowls of whipped cream, chocolate
chips, syrup, and berries. It looked so good. There was also orange wedges but
I didn’t eat those because its too hard to eat those in the morning so I sat
down at the table with Adam (ccsp employee) and emma (the cook) to eat.
Everyone else was finishing up and the pancakes were cold but I was determined
to enjoy my breakfast. But last week I made the mistake of saying the comment
that breakfast is so much work to eat because it requires so much work to
prepare it and cut it up. That time of the day I just don’t have the ambition
to do that. So as I was struggling through getting my pancakes ready emma was
making fun of me and said “here let me get that for you. It’s just too much to
expect you to do that at such a wee hour.” So she cut up my pancakes an put the
whip cream and chocolate chips on it for me it was so good and then she poured
my orange juice for me it was the best. Then as I continued to eat and got to
the bottom pancake where there wasn’t any syrup or cream so without asking she
knew from somewhere deep inside her that I needed more on it so she did that
for me too.
It’s still cold here but worming
up! I remember when I used to be able to spread butter on my bread… but I
haven’t done that since I’ve been here. It’s also wicked hard to shave.. I
couldn’t bring my electric razor with me because of the electricity so I had to
bring hand ones… well let me tell you it’s pretty hard to teach a cat new
tricks. Every time I attempt to shave I end up miss entire huge spots on my
face. Its wicked frustrating and I feel like I’m going to slit my own throat on
accident.
Reading week:
So
reading week is when you are expected to do all the reading required for the
semester so it had been a wicked lame week here at the nunnery. But to spice
things up Lisa (funny kiwi women who lives at the convent with us) asked a few
of us to eat lunch at her work. She works at the Kaikoura Whale Watch as the
marketing manager and her office is right on the beach it’s a wicked cool
building with a café, patio, volleyball court, and cool painted art walls. During
lunch Monica (messiah student) put her hand in a huge pile of bid crap. After
lunch she let me go ask her some qustions and see her cubical it was wicked fun
and I got to see what she does. So im hoping that I can pop in again sometime
because this week she had models come in to take pictures on the boat so she is
pretty legit.
So as
you can imagine, the longer we read the more anxious we get to do something
fun. Last night the girls stole rob steve and I’s boxers while we were out and
then when we woke up we didn’t have any clean pairs to put on so I sucked it up
and put the same pair I took off back on and went down to breakfast only to
find our boxers were on something we call the napkin tree (a pole in the dining
room that holds our napkins in special spots) so where the napkins where
supposed to be our boxers where there instead. I mean it’s kind of gross
because you are putting our boxers where we put our napkins that we use to
eat?? So joke on the girls! HA buut anyway shortly after waking up the girls
left to go into town and us boys where left at the convent alone… so we stole
all there bras (it was pretty hard figuring out if it was a bra, underwear,
bathing suit, or what it was) and climbed down the fire escape in our room and
ran out back to the biggest tree in the yard. As you guessed rob and I climbed
to the top of the tree with the bag of bras and continue to ping them around
the top of the tree. After the tree was fully decorated we locked our bedroom
door and biked into town to do our laundry.
Maybe
you’re wondering why im going to a laundromat. Well we can’t do laundry here at
the nun house unless we do it by hand… which as far as ive seen looks like a
lot of work. So no I have not done it by hand yet. Also Drew’s (kiwi kid who I
talked about last time) mom owns it so I feel good supporting them and I’m too
lazy and cold to do it by hand.
In town
Seafest is going on its like Lincoln homecoming. So there are tons of people in
town and old cars. So there was a market in town that is like the trash and
treasure sale in presquile people selling new stuff, used stuff, old stuff,
food stuff, and crapy stuff. So we found this guy selling lasers and they were
wicked cool but 20 bucks. So it was good deal but we needed a better deal. So
we asked him and got him to go down to 18. Deal made (thanks Gram and Gramp).
They are green and annoy the girls so they were a good purchase. I also got a
hellokitty necklace that I bought from a really cute little kiwi kid. We had
fish and chips on the beach and it was a great day in town not much to tell
about it though.
Then we
biked back to the convent and found on the edge of the road a dead hare that
was wicked big. Prob around 15 pounds and lonnnng. It was a fresh kill so I
threw it over my back with my laundry and rode proudly back to the convent with
my finds of the day. We found the girls with a huge 16 foot 2x4 trying to pick
their bras out of the tree and a few of them were climbing with fishing poles
trying to nock them down… just take a minute to envision it. So being nice guys we went and helped
them get them down and told them sternly “mess with the bull you get the horns”
later that day I cleaned the rabbit up and now the pelt is drying out back of
the convent. I named the rabbit peter.
Early this week:
*Warning contains my opinion read at your discretion*
We went
to a bird enclosure to volunteer for the department of conservation with our
friend Bret (man who took us on peninsula walk) we had to reset weasel trap and
set out poisons while others where fixing stairs and hauling gravel. The
enclosure is to help reintroduce a bird that right now lives in the mountains
in colonies of around 5000 birds in each colony. The birds can’t fly during the
day or something and they can’t deal with any kind of predator so they need a
lot of protection against weasels mice and other things that can eat them or their
eggs. So they have a predator proof fenced in area that was real big and had
two fences one on the inside and one on the outside and between the two fences
are sheep to keep down the grass. In the middle of the enclosure is a speaker
system that plays the sound of a bird colony over huge speakers to attract the
birds. They also have planted special plants and hauled in special gravel that
the birds prefer. They also have ramps for the birds to climb up so that they
can take off easily. Each day they helicopter down 5 birds from the mountains
to this colony. Last year they had one breading pair of birds and expect them
to return back to the colony this year. They picked this spot because they
thought it would be a nice place to have a colony of these birds and it has
nice up drafts that the birds need to take off and fly with. I personally think
this is odd to try to relocate a bird that lives in the mountains down to a
different area?
But
anyway we went and set out bait and found so many snails. HUGE snails as big as
grapes. Me and rob finished our job and were waiting for everyone else (for
about an hour) and took these huge snails and put like 50 of them all over our
van. We covered it, it was wicked gross. Also while we were working we found a
dead bird. So put that in the car also. Anyway we were finishing and a unnamed
person came over and I was showing them how you could squeeze the snail and it
would squirt out of the shell and its eyes would pop out. Well this person was modified and said a
bunch of ridiculous living things are living remarks and I was pretty much
going to burn down in you know where. I then threw my last snail I had on top
of a huge concrete pillar and that was almost the straw that broke the camels
back.
But the real straw that broke the
camels back was when we went to down to get into the vans. This unnamed person
saw all of the snails and was mortified so some of the girls helped her pick
the snails off with her. But then her friend who she brought along got in the
passenger side door and saw the dead bird we put in the van. He looked at it
and the girl said to me and rob that had to remove it. Then we got into a
silent van and she started the van to drive us back to the convent. My good
friend emma (the one with the funny laugh) reminded her of the snails they
removed from the van and asked her to go in reverse so they didn’t run them
over. That was nice of emma to think of the snails. But I was a little tense at this point about lets save
the world campaign and said “we might as well airlift the van back to the
convent, God forbid we might hit a june bug” then we rode home in a silent van.
So Im off to Wellington NZ this week the capital of NZ. Its
on the north island and we get to take a fairy but it’s a long ride so ill let
you know if I get thrown overboard because I everyone’s mad about the snail
thing.
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