A Day Split Three Ways

I did not feel myself when i woke today. It was a day, i thought, that you concede to depression and the sensation that even if you had the opportunity to be happy presented itself that you would, out of guilt, not pursue it (who knew that eating way, way, way too much pizza can do that to you the next day). I stepped out of my room to see 5 people walking up the steps towards the house. They were cleaning people, though the only trace that had previously proved their existence was the sudden absence of all our returnables. This was a surprisingly large disappointment because we had agreed, as a group, to invest the money from retunalbles into lottery tickets/scratch tickets in the hope that they would lead to the creation of yet more returnables. They sounded, as they approached the door, like a group of young people who had drank a few beers and were now going to retire to play a board game. I never expected a group of five people to appear so jovial (a word that finds it's root in the Greek god Jove, also called Jupiter in Rome) yet appear as though they were born with a cigarette and a hairy protruding beer belly which sluggishly sags below their belt.

I quickly ran past them so as to throw myself into the lake in a vain hope of changing my outlook of the day. All i found in the lake was a muddy bottom and an overwhelming urge to get back out as quickly as possible. I was not enchanted until walking back up i began to explore the wild garlic i had discovered earlier in the week. I was once told that wild garlic is best found following your nose, but here it was so abundant, that it was mistaken as a hay like grass. I spent 5-10 minutes picking scapes and, though i only scratched the surface of what was available, I came home with at least a pound.

I was quite late to work

We spent the entire day working on laying down weed cloth and once again i was in the presence of the graduate student Carli and once again i could not help succumbing to the joy of her company. It was slow coming and I would hardly say it reached a peak, but we spoke in spanish and I found that if i was asked to if  there were anything else I'd rather be doing i would have said "No".
The day at work got exciting after lunch. Though my compatriots, gussie and Nathan, were quite wearied with the task of digesting and working at the same time, and gussie looked like she had been punched in the right eye (actually allergies), we were forced to scramble to finish as the impending storm tore across the landscape. I felt, for a moment, the exhilaration of the frontier prairie life (casa pequeña en la pradera). Calling in the children and collecting the animals, taking in the clothes from the line as the whip my wife in the face.
Though my life will not be as hard as the frontiersmen i hope it will be as exciting.