hot as balls

So the past few posts were originally emails copied here for the sake of clarification, summary and, well, lack of creative drive last night. Sign up with skype and suddenly you spend two hours calling families and friends and after all that jive the last thing you want is to secrete even more verbage. I opted instead for a beer and lomo. Not the first time I chose meat over writing (refer to previous post).

So Sancho Panza´s balls have utterly disappeared. My mouse. His balls aren´t there anymore. They were huge for such a small critter and I was quite proud. They would drag on the ground while he scurried around, but last week I noticed they weren´t there anymore. They´re still not there. I don´t know what happened. He seems sad and I tell him it does not make him less of a man, but I´m not sure he believes me. The tragedy of it all is that he never got to use them before they vanished. Poor guy. If anyone has any insight to mice genitalia it would be much appreciated if you shared it with us.

Tuesday I get a duck. Duckling. No name for him yet.

Life on the farm continues as usual. Weeding, planting and mudding houses fills the day when I´m not eating or taking a siesta. 6 volunteers remain and 3 come Monday. Always a new group. It´s odd seeing so many people come and go.

Estancieras are the most badass vehicle you´ve seen. They´re the Argentine version of a Land Cruiser and only made fabricated from early on until the 70s or 80s. Fully metal, simple 6 cylinder engine and lots of cargo space. You can get one without an engine for about $1000 US and a good funcitoning engine for $500 US. Jorge knows how to install these engines and would teach me how. I want one for road tripping and travelling and am therefore officially accepting donations. Inquire here or at ptroffer@gmail.com for more information.

I´ve been mixing up andbaking bread. It started with plain wheat and has resulted in home made cinnamon rolls this morning. I´ve got a sourdough starter fermenting right now, baking session pending. To hell with modesty; I´m not so bad at it.

Sundays are beautiful but always means more work tomorrow. I should get back home and into bed.

There was a dust storm on the way here; hope it´s stopped. I got a huge chunk of something in my eye and almost ran over a dog that decided to chase me just at that moment. My bike has no brakes and the rear gear almost works like a fixed gear, but not so much. Moral is I have to back pedal but slowly just to mostly slow down rather than to stop. Except when there´s shit in my eye and a dog in front of me. Then I charge. There´s too many dogs here anyway.

When you reach a fork in the road, take it.