so...

i spent a much needed mental health day with the gardener today. not much needed like i'm so overworked and blah blah but much needed for him and i, i think. it was just great to spend some time together doing what we both do best, or what he's teaching me to do atleast 1/3 as well as he does...hanging out, going with the flow and doing whatever.

whoah. back-up...

so i pick the gardener up from the wisdom teeth thing...which wasn't as bad as i thought and really he's fine which is WEIRD but he is weird so there. fuzzy headed i walk him to car, to drug store, through 2 beers, 2 oxy, 4 advil and he was FINE. talking and chatting and READING the body artist...

so today we wake up, he's taken the day off and as such, so must i...and go to the farmer's market in st. jacob's, which is by far one of my favourite places to go ever. we used to go once every few years as kids, and i just remember the food and smells and sounds and they were ALL THERE and molly came and got pig ears, and knuckle bones that she is now chomp chomp chomping on, and ate sausage and attained utter stardom.

the highlights:

ontario grapes that are SO good, buckwheat honey, unpasterized apple cider from a couple menonites in their little buggy insisting their brother bred molly, then saying the guy next to him was the brothers brother, and then calling the other brother over but the brother who supposedly bred her was absent so who will ever know...blueberry struedel, jerky, honey crisp apples, homemade soap (called china night), little girls in bonnets, and this...the highlights of all highlights (apart from watching molly in the gorge...)

we went to a cow auction. it was so very...farmy? then because the gardener is familiar with these type of things and answered all my ridiculous questions (me: where does milk come from? like why do they have so much milk? him: they're pregnant me: oh. why are they so thin? him: all their nutrients go into the milk me: oh. why are they hitting them? him: to get them to move. me: where are they going? him: probably to a truck. me: oh. can we buy a pig? him: you have to register. me: oh. can i register? him: i guess. me: why do they sell them? him: for money. me: oh. how much is a cow? him: i'm not sure, the prices are probably different now. they have a scale in the floor and it goes by pound. me: oh. him: we can go watch. me: ok. what does 71 mean? him: 71 cents a pound me: oh. so a cow is only like $500? him: yes. me: can i get one? him: no. me: don't let me leave here with a piglet ok? him: ok. ) so he takes me to the 'observation deck' which in most places is a cheesy little gate blocking a cheesy little 'kodak camera' spot that you're supposed to take pictures or look at with a little binocular thing that you put quarters in and never works BUT at an auction the observation deck is this HUGE walk-around where you go and look at all the cows that are being auctioned. and like there's a THOUSAND cows and all these little menonites (who are so HOT? am i wrong?) and they're all moo-ing and molly's just like completely out of her realm of capability in dealing with THIS, and we walked around and looked at the cows and he tells me all about them, and i picked out the ones i liked and there were little ones and a couple horses...then we go to the auction and there's a guy like on tv talking all fast and wearing dirty overalls. apparently you have to go to school for that.

it was amazing. really.

then we take all these little side roads and the gardener leads us to the alora? gorge and molly ohmigod was SO FREAKIN funny running through the little river, following the gardener run run running all over wet and muddy and seaweed smelling and it was just SO FUNNY.

then beer on top of a water fall.

then i took him home. and molly put two front paws up and looked out the back window and whimpered for a while, watching him walk away...

so.

one of if not THE best day i have had in MONTHS. i forget what it's like to be with someone smart and neat and weird and fun...and not a type of let's rent something expensive fun that i've become accustomed to, and y'know that's fun too, but the just doing nothing but doing so much watching cows kinda fun. god it was great. like so great. so great in fact that the only adjective i have is great which is ridiculous, the second dumbest adjective in the english language, the first being nice, followed by dumbest. frankly.

it was just so easy. and i, so content.