Notes
open diary entries.
so we're at the new place. have some lawn to cut and shit to do. todd saw the amish go by and pull into the house across the street so me and courtney decided to go have a look. i had a couple so i was feeling brave. we see the horse tied to a tree and some people doing something in their barn. courtney said she wanted to see the horse so we walked up to these guys and asked if it was ok to say hello to the horse.
me-excuse me sir? can we say hello to the horse?
man-what?! *in a harsh tone*
me-ahh...can we say hello to the horse?
man-well...it's the amish guys. *in a harsher tone*
me-ok? can i ask him?
amish guy-*voice inside barn* bubba, bubba blah!
me-i'm sorry...i didn't understand that.
man-YA! GO HEAD!
me-*whoa*
so we say hello to the horse and leave. perhaps i went about that the wrong way...or i caught them at a very bad time. people are nice up here that i have seen so far so maybe they were killing a pig or something, i don't know...still i felt a pang from that...and i won't approach them again.
saw a runner run by while i was cutting the lawn...he looks way too fast for my sorry ass though. it took 3 1/2 hours to cut the lawn cause i had to go over it 5 times.