Many Hands Make Light Work: Provost Swim Club Fundraiser

Today, I, being the awesome aunt that I am (said with much humility), participated in The Provost Piranhas Swim Club’s annual bottle drive. What the club does is they announce to residents a few weeks before that they will pick up their recyclables on a certain day. Then they will drive house to house asking for bottles to help with their fundraising bottle drive.

The parents and the kids then bring the bottles, cans and cartons to the Bottle Depot where they sort them. Cans one way, green tinted bottles another, cartons another, I think you get it. After sorting the recyclables are then packaged into bags of two or three hundred where they will be sent off for recycling. I think now was the time you get to judge your neighbors a little but the sheer volume of Coco-Cola bottles they had. We saw those Bud Lights too. 

Now, for us island people who don’t really have recycling, the way money is made is that they get a few cents for every piece of recycling that they send off. If enough people donate their recycling the club can make quite a bit of money. I think this is brilliant way to raise money. You get to help the planet and contribute to kiddies same time.

It did start to rain like an hour into the sorting and I must admit that my altruism did wash away in the showers. I retreated to the car where I sat reading til everything was done. But my heart was with them the whole time.

I was quite impressed at the turnout. Moms and dads rifling through refuse, in the rain, to help their children. It touched my heart to watch such dedication , comfortably perched in the warm, dry car.

“Oh My Gosh, I Think I’m Dying”

One of the hardest things to do while you’re traveling is to eat right and exercise regularly. Now I’ll be real, the food thing is a straight flop. I’ve been eating junk and crap since I got here. Matter of fact, I just bought a box of Twinkies from a not so local Walmart. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a Twinkie in my whole life. In fact, I was quite sure that Hostess discontinued making them. This is just one of the many bad food choices I’ve made while here. 

I usually try to go to the gym 4-5 times a week back in Provo. I live on an island and swimsuit season is upon us. So, while I know I’m not gonna be good on the diet part, I have made attempts at the work out part. I’ve been to the gym several times since I was here. The other two times I’ve been I noticed I fatigued way more easily than I typically do. At first I blamed it on my lack of cardio, then some congestion that I was having. But today, with minimal cardio and no congestion I had to examine my life. Doing light squats and lunges I found myself breathing heavily and struggling to catch my breath. 

There was one point, after doing 8 lunges with 10 pound weights, I was doubled over, hands on my knees, seeing spots of light in my vision and sweat dripping in my eyes. I looked over at my sister who is just starting to work out, poor form and all and I say, “Oh my gosh, I think I’m dying”. Without even breaking her stride, she laughs at me. No one ounce of concern, not a bit of love. She doesn’t tell me to drink some water or take a break; she laughs. 

So anyways, after about the second set and three near death experiences I start to question life, ‘What is this? ‘Can I be fat and happy?’ ‘Did I leave the bedside lamp on?’ There I am, sitting on the floor chest heaving, gasping for air and I think ‘Like am I high up? What’s the elevation here?’ And it hit me, that must be it? How can I be THIS out of shape. I generally don’t do cardio but there is no way that I should be damn near passing out after doing what I would consider a light workout. 

So that’s what I’m blaming it on. The altitude. I’m proud to say that I’m not fat and out of shape as Kimmie so smugly reported to my brothers back in Provo, I’m just higher than I’m used to. And that’s my story and I dare anyone to challenge me. 

The moral of all this is: Stay fat, be happy and don’t do cardio on vacation! 

Gonna See a Lady about a Cow

Today was such an amazing day. We went to the McGillicudy Farmhouse to see the calves. They were so adorable! I’ve never touched a live cow before (cause ya know, beef is technically cow). I actually used to be pretty terrified of them, especially the large ones with horns. But take a look at me now! All touching and cuddling and picture taking. Like a boss!

There were three calves, I was told their names but I don’t remember so we’ll call them Winking, Blinking and Nod. Nod (the black one) has a selenium deficiency and as a result he has bowed legs or weakened front legs. I’m not sure. Kayce, their owner, was trying to explain it but I was distracted by how cute they all were.  She also said that they may eventually get eaten. That’s the thing about farms, you eat everything they grow there. I couldn’t do it. When I did eat meat, I preferred that I never met my food when they were still being all adorable. 

The farm was so gorgeous! The apple trees were in bloom and they smelled glorious. They were also swarming with bees, but ya know this has got to be documented.  I’m kinda amazing to me because I’ve never seen an apple tree before, much less seen one in bloom. We don’t grow apple trees in the islands we have mangoes and guinep and whatnot. 

Ole McGillicudy Had a Farm…

So I’m officially a farmer. Not the animal kinda farmer, but like the planting kind. The cool thing about farming now a days is that they have machinery that does everything. It’s not nearly as labour intensive as it was when you had to plant seeds following behind an oxen and cart. Like, I came to farming at the right time, in the right era, in the right field.

So, the McGillicudy farm is somewhere between seeding and harrowing. You gotta do the harrowing first, it kinda breaks up the old straw or the stubble from the previous year’s crop and prepares it for the seed. So you hook up the heavy harrow to the tractor and drag it along. It looks kinda like a large rake. I think it pretty much does the same thing.

Then after that you hook up a drill and a seeder and you seed the field. Today we were planting canola and we started harrowing for wheat.

The entire seeding operation


Me, as a farmer. Behind me is where they store the crop when they are harvested