Relief

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• Betsy is cooking dinner, and I'm blogging. She's making potatoes, carrots, and peas to go with the roasted chicken. She's awesome. I'm hungry.
• We went to McLaren Falls yesterday, and spent the night there. The A+ students among you will remember the name, and pictures. Getting away is nice. McLaren Falls is lovely. And very still; a stillness which isn't interrupted by the wonderful sounds of the animal life about. In fact, I'd say it's enhanced. The ducks are super friendly. They come around, mostly wanting some food. One animal (part duck, part black swan maybe? A swuck?), seems to come around merely to say hello.
  
• The swuck earned the spot as my favorite. He's an odd duck, but he charmed his way into my heart. During our first visit to McLaren Falls, I was actually scared of him; he sometimes seemed a bit mad, crazed. I couldn't really get past his appearance. This time, he seemed to really enjoy our company, without wanting anything from us. This is an endearing trait in the most disheveled, awkward Swauck you've ever seen. At one point he stopped his incessant tearing and ripping at the grass, and simply sat down next to us. Stay tuned for some pictures, and you'll get a glimpse of this eccentric, friendly creature, caught on camera for the first time.
  
• I feel refreshed after our stay at McLaren Falls. The absence of cars, noise, the TV, the internet, distractions in general, and dishes- was much needed.
• Being alone with Betsy for 24 hours was even better.
  
• Substitute teaching is called relief teaching in New Zealand. I'm looking into being a relief teacher, because I may need some relief from washing dishes. At that point, you could call me a reliever. Baseball joke. Get it?
  
• Relating to previous bullet point, washing dishes is getting a bit old. Some shifts feel like they're never going to end. Most shifts.
  
• On the positive side, I really get along with my coworkers. I like them all, and I'd go so far as to call a couple of them my buddies.
  
• There is one "coworker" that I really don't like. At all. We'll go into that more once I'm not working at Sidetrack anymore. The internet, after all, isn't private.
• Well, I best get going. I'm the chicken cutter.