What can happen to you in 2 weeks when you don't have a job or a planIt I

It feels like a million years since I've been able to sit down and write out my thoughts and experiences. So much has happened in just the past two weeks I can barely summarize each day, let alone the entire 2 weeks worth. I will attempt to give you the readers digest. Since humans, and especially this human, seem to be losing their ability for memory, I can't really remember in what order everything happened to me, but here I go:

Last Monday: Played duck hunt and Dr. Mario and slept in a perma-tent in my friend's backyard. When shopping in a grocery store for dinner, I commented that two jars of oysters in the next isle looked like off coloured vaginas, immediately followed by the man in front of us picking up those jars and paying for them.

Tuesday: Was taken to the top of San Francisco, then went out to a live Jazz bar at night and had my first Greyhound made with fresh squeezed grapefruit. The music gave me tingles and perma smiles.

Wednesday: went for a mega walk around the city, moved in to my new couch surfers house, got aquainted, planned for the next day.

Thursday: Explored the mission district with Yoshi, finally got to see David Eggers pirate/tutoring store, got a mop dropped on me on purpose while in the store, and then Bowerbirds Concert!

Friday: Rented a car for the first time in my life, took a Road trip to Santa Cruz, stopping to explore the Redwoods. Came home and had my couchsurfer host hit on me, got uncomfortable, had unnecessary argument due to couch surfer being secretly crazy, went back to couchsurfing headquarters, walked through the mission district and saw large group of kids with boomboxes and light strings attatched to their bikes riding through the streets.

Saturday: Wrote and read in a cafe all day, ate ice cream sundaes with Menalaos, took the overnight bus to Los Angeles.

Sunday: arrive at 7am in L.A, get picked up by farm owner, get taken to his "urban farm", which looks disheveled but hopeful. Meet other wwoofers, two sisters, Rebecca and Rachel, who are insta-soul mates.

Monday: After Rosie, who comes to the farm 3 times a week, began our day with group yoga, me and the girls start work on what is clearly the farm of a man who is a psychological "hoarder". Rebecca finds an entire possum skeleton underneath a pile of abandoned boxes. We find a boat motor. We start making a junk pile. We organize all his unused pots. A dog that is being walked gets into the chicken coop and scatters the chickens. We can't find one and there's nothing we can do about it. David, the farm owner, blames the dog, not the fact that his chicken coop is being held together with plastic twist-ties. We make a big lovely dinner. We laugh and share stories by candlelight, which we also found under other crap and made use of. We look forward to more cleaning and purging and helping.

Tuesday: David is acting weird, we don't know what to do. He finds his chicken in his neighbours yard but will not go over to get it, just stares at it over the fence. When I ask David if he can come meet with us so we can get started for the day, he says it's not working out and we all have to leave. We pile 4 people's things in a truck meant for two, tuck me illegally into the back and head off to the sisters' other sister's west hollywood apartment for the night. I frantically find a new place to wwoof in the area and fill out an application. We make a video using their sisters hair extensions as facial hair. I have vegan dinner with Toronto friend Rod. We talk about art theory and the like.

Wednesday: The sisters and I get the HELL out of L.A and head up into the mountains, where, 5 hours later, we arrive at treebones, a yurt resort in the mountains overlooking the ocean, with a fully functional organic farm (finally!)

and non-sketchy owners. We camp out under the stars in the mountains with the other wwoofers, and the next day the girls left (to return in a week when other wwoofers leave!?) and I started my life here at Treebones, which includes a daily waffle bar breakfast, nightly dip in the outdoor hot tub overlooking the water, and all the fresh veggies I can handle.

Life is good. Crazy and good.