The Snapping Parallel

My hat is still on my head. I am typing this as a regular document since the internet failed due to an earlier power outage. My plaid button-up work shirt is still on, and my I-pod headphones are dangling off my collar. I can still hear the music in its small ear-bud world. About two weeks ago from today, a nice song came onto my I-pod while picking. Singing it to myself later I entered into a discussion with Johnny and failed to recall what song it was. It could probably have been looked up on Google, but it wasn’t on my mind that much …so I decided to wait until it came onto my I-pod again. There are exactly 921 songs on my I-pod.

Out of all the jobs at the farm, which for Henno and I boils down to Picking and Picking up, picking up is the worst, especially after it rains. We crawl around in the mud picking up rotten fruit. Snails suction to half of them after the rain, and the really rotten ones fall apart at the touch. It’s hard to get into a rhythm with this since knees or back have to constantly be bent. At the three hour mark today there was still a half row of Packums in the dirt. We wouldn’t get paid extra for finishing, but we hadn’t exactly been super speedy that day either, and the extra 8 minutes would give us a sense of completion. Right at the end after of that last bit the song I was waiting for came on. It had been two weeks of constant shuffle. Oh yeah the song was she’s got her ticket by Tracy Chapman. I owe most of the music on my I-pod to Will, and the Artists of course. The 4 hours picking in the morning and 3 hours picking up in the afternoon is more than we usually do, so that’s not a stereotypical example. Anyways I was just called into dinner. I will post again soon,

~Nate