urination

I´ve officially opened a petting zoo featuring Sancho Panza and the newest addition to our trio in trouble, Sir Charles Saint Drake, commonly known as Chuck the F*cking Duck, Chuck, Charles, Charlie, and Duck. He is a week old, a few inches tall and is still developing muscles and coordination in his legs, making his gait uneasy and his rear end a convenient tool for balance. I think he gets bouts of vertigo for no reason and seats himself, legs straight out in front instead of underneath like a normal duck, to regain equilibrium. He lives in the bathroom where he will continue to take showers with us and smell our poops until he´s big enough to join the chickens in the coop. I´m hoping they´ll care for him and protect him from the cats and dogs and not peck him to pieces. Good luck duck. Chuck. You fncking duck.

Today Sancho Panza decided it would be a great idea to pee on my head. He was hanging out up there, as he often does, and despite the intense heat I couldn´t figure out why I was trickling some kind of liquid from my hairline. You see, I am not prone to sweating in places other than my pits, my lower back and my bumcrackhole. Especially not whilst idly reading a drab book with a plot that is anything but sweat-inducing. The little guy barely drinks any water at all but he manages to send a stream right into my eye. And to all those who have ever wondered if mouse piss stings the eye, well, yes it does.

Little dude got time out and a good scolding. I briefly considered peeing on him, you know, to even things out and to teach him a lesson, but ultimately I decided it was going perhaps a bit too far. Afterall, he is just an animal. But then again, the farm has a way of bringing out the beast in a man. Let´s just say Sancho was lucky I didn´t have to pee.

And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Family and friends come in the late summer (February and March) and preemptive plans for peregrination are being put into place. Things to look forward to help the harder days go by quicker.

Carrotts are sprouting sprouts. Unfortunately they take months to grow.

Aforementioned drab book is being read because I have little to read in English right now. And while I realize I should be practicing my Spanish, the best homesickness cure is a good English languaged book. So it´s time for a book donation list (mainly directed towards Mom, Pops and any other siblings who have expressed interest in sending me books):

Open Veins of Latin America
Animal, Vegetable, Miracle
The Revolution Will Not Be Microwaved
Leaves of Grass
a crossword puzzle book

for starters. I keep hearing about/thinking of books but I never write them down for whatever reason.



do not go gentle into that good night