Saturday, April 6, 2019

Notes From The Canyon




These are "lazy" pictures, taken from inside my house. The wind has been so cold and strong this past week, that I only went outside when I absolutely had to.



I feel much better after several weeks off the Repatha medicine. And getting good results from tests and doctors' visits. I drove down the mountain yesterday to see my diabetes nurse/educator. It was overcast - I was disappointed - the only poppies I saw along the highway were closed, just tiny sticks with orange tops barely visible in the high grass. 


Since my cholesterol is good (for a healthy person) and there's no history of heart disease in my family and since my own heart is good, Jennifer, my nurse, suggested I eat a lot more greens than I do to up my good cholesterol and thus lower my bad. I eat spinach at least once a day, but I just don't eat a lot. Jennifer wants me to eat a lot of leaves. She suggested I buy a blender that can crush ice and make smoothies. Seeing some hope, I drove home, went on Amazon and found a Ninja blender on sale that I think will serve my needs. Since I'll save $30.00 a month not buying the Repatha (which costs $14,000 a year for those with no insurance!!!) I have already paid for the Ninja. And now I'll have to turn into a rabbit! I'll let you know how that works out.


Talk about rabbits -- I was outside with the dogs this morning when Faith raised a young Jack rabbit. The rabbit took off with Faith in close pursuit (she's a very, very fast dog). When Faith caught up with the rabbit, right behind it, the rabbit made a huge jump, straight up, turned right in the air, landed far away from Faith and, running in a completely different direction, it was soon safely out of sight.

Faith says: Hmmm, I got tricked! My ball never does that. 



Joyce's cows are so welcome this year. I will have massive weeds to deal with before the June 1st deadline for their fire abatement removal. And no tractor-mower guy to help. Glenn said he'll help whack weeds, Joyce said we could put up panels then put a bull inside. I still worry - which, of course, is a waste of time.


Joyce's cattle are registered American Devon milking cows out of Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia, with the exception of this guy, a Guernsey bull. He was born here the same day Errol was diagnosed with cancer. I will never forget that day. There were two Guernsey cows that gave birth to two bulls. The Guernseys didn't do well in this rough climate, so they were sold, and only this guy remains. He's five years old now and so sweet. My favorite of the herd. 

The entire herd is more than welcome to come over to visit and eat as much as they can manage. 







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