Like I mentioned not all my Saturdays are the same. Another Saturday I spent with my Master Farmer. A farmer chosen to demonstrate and explain new technologies to locals. We planted a vegetable pepiniere, contacted a mason for repairs, and then had a nice lunch. In the afternoon I had to fix the lock on my door, clean my room, do some laundry, and read some Stephen king. That was a really productive day.
Yet another Saturday consisted of me going house to house to check on farmers I had worked with. Working on the report I have to do for seed extension, and doing pedicures with my moms and sisters. It's never the same here. Life moves on in whatever direction it can take. It does make time management difficult but I like it. I have the freedom to decide if it is a Saturday for Ag, for cleaning, for writing reports, or as last Saturday for celebrating a friends birthday. I often forget what day of the week it is here, but Saturdays will always stick out they are special whether its a work day or a fun day, and usually I get reminded by other volunteers or people at home. Imagine if your Saturday's weren't always days off. There is no hump day, no end to a week, just times when you work, times when you don't, and times when the work is so satisfying it makes you feel guilty to call it work.
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