June 30, 2007

   Got back from the tour, and I was fried a bit.
Tired, preparing for reading tommorrow, worn out from four days of
traveling and sick of myself already. Diabetes is tricky, all the more
so when you are on the road, in airports, moving around. Trying to get
it right, fiddling with food combinations and the timing of eating. New
Jersey seems stranger to me every time I visit. If not for Paula, I
think I would not be able to go there. Got home, checked the mail,
wrote down the score of messages, opened the cartons of books and CD’s,
including a belated Father’s Day package of books and CD’s from Emma,
checked in with Paula, who is coming up Monday (yay!), checked in with
Anthony, called Annie. I walked the dogs, took Izzy and Rose on an ATV
ride into the woods, took the sheep out with Rose from some grazing. I
filled the sheep’s water tub, fed Mother and Minnie, brought cookies
out to the donkeys, gave Elvis an apple, brushed Harold, checked the
cow’s water tank, gave winston a small scoop of corn, found an egg in
the barn and pocketed it to eat late. I posted a farm and photo
journal, took a picture, answered some e-mail, called Paula and Emma,
browsed Annie and Maria’s entries on their blogs here, and selected a
reading from “Dog Days” for Gardenworks.
 Farm chores are healing. I definitely am calmer and more peaceful, replenished.