The last several days have been frustrating to say the least. I’m trying to figure out this high blood pressure medicine, and we have not come to a suitable arrangement yet. It doesn’t seem to like me, and I sure as heck don’t like it.
I’ve got a full week planned, including driving over the hill (the Rocky Mountains) to see my mom and wish her a Happy 98th Birthday. That is so amazing. I keep thinking I really have to take care of myself, eat healthy, and keep moving, if I’m going to get anywhere near her age. She still whoops me at cards, and works on her crossword puzzles every day.
Somehow I don’t think I’m going to last that long (98). My excuse will be all the hours on horseback (or getting thrown off), and raking hay on the little tractor, or bouncing across fields on the four-wheeler, or loading and unloading the sacks of grain and seed, or wrestling baby calves, or branding. Truth is, I wouldn’t trade any of those times for a few extra years at the end of my life. As far as I can tell, those aren’t the fun years anyway.
My sister is battling a new problem in my parent’s house. Ants. I know what needs to be done, but what I suggest and what will happen are two planets apart, so I’ll just keep quiet. Oh my my. What is next?
Happy Birthday Mom. You are an amazing, a strong, stubborn Welsh woman to be sure.