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Well, it's another Friday. Big Jim is home, and we're all happy about that. I'm trying really hard to be optimistic, but I can't help but feel we're back where we started, and that was not a good place. The village is sleepy, although the farmers are getting ready to begin to pick olives. I'm hoping to have some time in the next few weeks to help J. and M. harvest olives at their new house. There are machines that some people use to remove the olives from the tree. The machine shakes the tree, so that the olives fall off into the nets that have been spread on the ground below. But most people here still do it the old way: climbing the tree and picking by hand. Hope everyone has a nice weekend. hasta pronto, mylifeinspain