Up My Nose...

My adventures picking blueberries get more and more interesting--or something like it--as the summer passes. Between seeing a hotel being build, having loud machinery whir by often, nervous breakdowns, jumping into blueberry trees, and off-roading in a big old van I've discovered that dirt likes to hide in a lot of places.

Yesterday I found a lot of dirt in my pockets and ears. Today I found blueberries in my pocket (not smooshed, though) and dirt in my nose. Seriously, how does that happen? I guess the field is so dusty that it has no where else to go. The funny thing is that I get a lot of dirt in my mouth, too, as if I had been eating it for lunch. I think that has to do with weaving my way between branches and eating dusty berries.

There is a person who picks on my crew and he loves cartoons. He like to talk about every episode he's seen of "The Simpsons", "South Park", and "Family Guy". Fortunately, I watch all of these religiously (well... not that much) so I know what he is talking about. The funniest things are the random questions people come up with: So, picking blueberries is kind of like milking a goat? (My answer: Uh...I can't say that I know anything about that.) What would we do if the van didn't start? (We'd walk to the field...not!) If the earth broke up into a bunch of different pieces, but still stayed in the gravitational field we are in, do you think humans would be able to survive? (I don't think many would because the inside of the earth is filled with hot magma that would probably kill us if the earthquakes didn't.) Wouldn't it be cool if I had a machine that would make things bigger? Then I could make a giant grape and end world hunger. Then I would shrink the grape down again after it started to rot. (I guess a lot of people do like grapes.)

These kinds of weird things are what keep me going through the season. Who else gets to do this? Plus, these memories are the ones I keep with me throughout the year and help me get motivated for the next season of picking.