I can't really think of anything interesting to write about, so here comes a ramble.
My blood sugar has been wacky the past couple of days. I think I was getting a little carefree with my carbs. As of last night, I've put the crack down on myself.
My sister asked me if I felt better eating low carb. I think I surprised her when I said no. I had to explain that I don't like eating this way, but I find it necessary. It bores me. I could live off pasta, but that's a big no no these days. My blood sugar readings have been screaming that to me since I tried to sneak some in.
The scales have not been kind to me either. Since adding a few carbs, I've added a few pounds with them. That really sucks. I have such a love/hate relationship with my body. Stress brings weight gain sometimes too. February has not been a good month anxiety wise.
I've got to make myself work harder on getting the tax report done for the farm. I've already decided to simplify it some, but I just need to get it done. My appointment for the taxes is in March.
My unfinished basement has been a regular maternity ward for baby calves these past few weeks. There is a corner reserved for them to warm up and dry off before going back out to their mamma's. I hear baby calf moos all day and night, but I don't mind them so much. They have such big soulful eyes. At least the calves don't have to be brought through the house to go to the basement. They can be carried down directly from the back porch.
All of my cats live outside, but they aren't happy about that. One kitty in particular meows at me through the window every evening. She seems to know exactly which room I am in. She sounds cranky. Perhaps she is ready for spring too, so I can take her up her invitation to come outside and play.
I'm really wanting it to warm up and then dry up. These country roads here are nearly impassible in a car when it is super muddy. I'm almost to the point of getting out and taking some photos. Then I might do a "Letter To The Editor" about this lack of regard for our country roads. I pay taxes and there is no reason in my mind why I can't expect some decent gravel to drive on. They spot gravel instead of doing the whole road. It drives me up the wall and this is "good ol' boy" country, so the complaints of a woman fall on deaf ears. I had one jerk argue with me that I didn't know my own address. This is one of the parts of country life that is absolutely NOT charming. I hate the roads with a passion. My motto is to be nice, but firm. They are honestly pushing my limits though.
Forgive that little mini-rant.
My dad has to go the doctor next week for a surgery consultation. He may need stints in his legs as an after affect of heart by-pass surgery about three years ago. His circulation isn't the best where they harvested his veins for that. He's a little cranky about it, rightly so. I'm nervous about it for him. I think it is a common thing to do the stints, but he is diabetic too on a lesser scale than me. However, you worry about extremities. Especially with someone as bullheaded as my father. I'll just keep saying my little prayers about that.
That's about all I know for right now. This is getting long enough anyway. I could probably ramble for days.
Thanks for reading.
CW
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