Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Correction of assumptions...

For the sake of clarity, which is usually, I find, a good thing:

I don't know how far the word has gotten that I have a boyfriend... so I'm choosing to correct it with my blog rather than trying to catch it individually. I do not, in fact, have a boyfriend. I have a friendboy who is really important to me (Seth), but with whom I have no dating or marriage future -- he wants to be a priest, and I can think of nothing better for him to be. This does not disappoint me when I think about it -- I am quite happy with our friendship, I am sure that we will be committed to our friendship regardless of where we both go, and I remain generally content in my singlehood. So I appreciate the concern/excitement and desire to know/understand that has prompted the rumors, but I wanted to make sure the rumors are truthful before they spread any further. I promise that if/when I have a boyfriend I will let you all know and pass around pictures, etc. =)

I love you all...!

Winter Olympics, GF style

As Shizuka Arakawa skated flawlessly to gold in Torino, as Sasha Cohen came in a disappointing second, as Bode Miller got disqualified right and left, and as China won their first Winter Olympic medal, the real drama was being played out in the Berkshire Mountains of Massachussetts...

The opening ceremony this year, Wed, Feb. 22, did not involve togas, but it did involve trumpets and a bonfire and a torch and a German "wolunteer" (couldn't resist, Bastien) running around the pond. After that, the big news was that Tim won gold in woodsplitting and then came back to be quite competitive in partner sawing, winning a second gold with Edd. Between the opening ceremony and the wood splitting, there was a pick-up game of curling with brooms and logs on the pond. Evidently no winner was able to be determined.

Thursday was packed with events as Kevin and Matt swept the field in the Fox and Socks speed reading competition, coming in a full minute ahead of all the other competitors. Who knew that people's tongues could go that fast. It was reported that their tongues were indeed numb at the end, requiring some special treatment from the medics on site. Also on Thursday were the Blind Seed Relay Pair Competition, akin to planting a garden blindfolded, and the Olympic Taste Bud Competition, in which competitors tested their knowledge of ingredients by tasting four kinds of Harvest Barn squash soup. Are we out of squash yet?

The Olympics then took a break for the weekend, resuming on Sunday with the Maintenence Iron Person Competition. It was reported that two kitchen folk were reminded of how they were not "cut out" for Maintenence men after coming in nearly last and both cutting themselves in the process. Too bad the only safety equipment they were required to don was on their heads... The medics looked at the cuts, looked at the burns the two had earlier gotten from the kitchen, took into account the high pain tolerance of kitcheners and shrugged.

Monday, the farm team sponsored two relays. The van pull required competitors to pull the Blunder Bus (there is speculation that it has more duct tape than metal in it) from one side of the tarmac to the other in teams of four, with one person steering the vehicle and drinking coffee and doing something else that reporters can't remember right now. The other relay at the farm involved wheelbarrows and sawdust and pigpens. The same day at dinner was the chili cook-off, sponsored by the kitchen, in which Gould Farmers stuffed themselves on chili and then voted on their favorite. Evidently number five was only for the most daring of ingestors, as it was essentially fire in a bowl.

Today Olympics continue with the Roadside Store Pancake Relay, where teams of three appoint one person to make and flip a pancake, one person to catch a pancake on a plate from across the room, and one person to eat the entire thing. Knowing Roadside pancakes, reporters are agreed that all three jobs would be hard, but the last is perhaps the most strenuous. We will await the results with mouths watering. Administration is also sponsoring a scavenger hunt at one this afternoon. Stay tuned to find out who wins that event.

Tomorrow, the last day of the Olympics, a late-breaking event has been announced based on the constant fascination with those little number squares that has passed over the farm like an epidemic. Finally, logicians will have their moment in the sun (or snow, as it may be), putting their skills to use tomorrow afternoon during lunch. And then, on Wednesday, February 29th in this year 2006, GF Winter Olympics IX will close with awarding of medals. Stay tuned for the results.

(Contributed by the GFP)

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Katie has such an active mind...

Poem written by Katie, GF volunteer extraordinaire... we never know what kinds of creative, odd, random, hilarious things are going to come out of her super-active brain...
To be sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things" or some other waltz (and still a bit unfinished):

Llamas and peanuts and happy nice people
who love you and hug you and fly to the moon,
roses and teacups and smelling the angels
and having a party with someone you know,
nice apple flowers that talk to the towers
of Doppler and radar and peachy fleece cheese.
There is a notion that comes from the ocean
that creases vice velveteen Spanish rice sneeze.

On that note, have a great day!

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Ah, time....

It's been a while, eh? (that seems to lately have been the first line of all my IMs and e-mails, unfortunately)

Things here have been complicated of late, but nonetheless fulfilling and important. The clinical director left the farm rather abruptly, causing some difficult discussions among staff. Two guests were asked to leave the farm and two more were suspended for bringing and using alcohol and drugs on campus. The discussion around that has been very life-giving; we are tackling hard subjects as a community and are coming out better for it. And yet it's still quite difficult to be in the midst of at times, for guests and staff alike.

Orchard house, our newest guest residence, is soon to be occupied -- furniture arrives next week and people will probably be able to move in near the end of February. That means some gearing up in the residential team to help coordinate the move and figure out paperwork and systems in the new house. Also, the other two houses are getting new furniture and carpeting... how fun!

There are quite a few new guests and some new staff, making the community morph in different directions, some of which are unclear as of yet. It continues to be amazing to me how much the community acts as an organism in itself and how much the feel of the community as a whole changes with the entrance and exit of individuals. Thus, the interests of the community are constantly changing; a few months ago chess was huge, then music, now theater and movies and Scrabble... It makes planning a good activities calendar a fun challenge.

In the mean time, I keep wanting to learn how to iceskate backwards and keep not having a chance -- the weather is cold one day and warm the next, making for bad or nonexistant ice. Instead, I've been crocheting an afghan and reading and practicing piano and socializing with friends on my off time. I hope to find a way to learn pottery soon, but have yet to find a teacher.

Last week, on a bit of a whim, I went to the Atlantic Ocean in Connecticut and watched a sunrise on the beach, collected some great shells, and generally enjoyed being on my own in the peace and quiet. It reminds me of how much exploring there is to do around here and of how much I need to continue to plan that into my time here.

Today I'm working on laundry and practicing piano for church on Sunday before I head back to work tonight. Sometimes I just love working nights and having days off!

My friends are incredible and my church is amazing, as I continue to tell you all... it continues to be true, in fact becoming more and more true (or at least I'm noticing it more and more).

In all this and other things, I find that God has drawn me to precisely the place I need to be -- I couldn't imagine being anywhere else right now. God is good, inspite of (more accurately perhaps, because of) the mystery of Her ways.