Picaresque

Picaresque is the adjective to describe writings about a common or low character who survives the pitfalls of life through luck or good fortune. My travels, interests, my animals, my photographs, my wonderful friends and family are featured.

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Location: Arapahoe, Wyoming, United States

(Note: Blogs read from bottom to top; scroll down for beginnings, scroll up for most current.) After 30 years in public administration and four degrees, as well as numerous workshops with luminaries in Education and Public Policy, life in a slower lane became a goal. Most recently I have done policy writing and consulting for the Northern Arapaho and Eastern Shoshone Tribes. Mostly, I am just coasting slowly and gently downhill these days-seeking joy where I can find it before the glorious ride ends.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Living and Learning

Elation soured a bit-I did not feel very good yesterday. Felt better this morning and was pleased with a glucose reading of 109. I was so pleased I had a mini Oh Henry candy bar about 11:00 a.m. Criminetly! My heart was racing, my head was pounding, I was worried. Glucose popped up to 144 which is what I was walking around with most of the time pre-Glucophage. I tried to walk it off, flush it off with water. Tried to call the Doc-Sunday of course. Decided to try another pill as I am supposed to take 2 at dinner. Eventually I returned to "normal." Lesson learned. Must be like what an alcoholic feels on antabuse. Goodbye Candy.

Shopped for edibles along new parameters.

A heavy Email day but fun. I am not the best typist but I muddle through.

Friends Ida and Denis are vacationing in Greece and blogged about it and sent an email about web albums. I tried to help. http://nospare.blogspot.com/

Sue and I corresponded.

Heard from neighbor Paula. What a woman! Her eldest son is 16 and has Deer and Elk licenses so mom takes him hunting. Her husband's family is in the midst of heavy duty farming and ranching right now so off they go. Pictures below:


Thomas got a clean shot-first time. They saw some great country on Copper Mountain. I shot my first and last deer when I was sixteen. It is a rite of passage in Wyoming but having passed it, I never found the need to repeat it.