A Slight Change of Plans

The lawn is mowed, some of the sheep are sheared, we probably won't do chickens this year and I've got prostate cancer. I figured I should get that out right off. I'll be getting it out June 30th. This rather knocks out my plans for the year. It looks like I'll be taking most of the summer off. The technology seems to have improved. The doc seems to think that I could get out of diapers in under 6 months and in as little as 6 weeks. Any fantasy I might have been having about a virile old age is out the window now. No wandering the post-apocalyptic wastelands coercing nubile young ladies into wild sex with the offer of an MRE. I'll eat the damn MRE myself now. It's the young ladies loss, not mine. The back fields aren't draining well now, anyway. I've got some ditching to do. I may be able to work up ground for winter wheat and some cover crops by August. I'd like to plant the one field to tillage radishes. They're a variation of the diakon radish but instead of growing big around, they grow long, penetrating the ground as deep as 12 feet. They die off in winter, rot and provide drainage channels through the hardpan. The one field could really use that. Stacey and I went over to Put-In-Bay for a day. I had to service some sirens over there so I took her along. We traveled the island, ate a good meal at Hooligan's and got up the Monument for the first time in years. Since we went on a weekday, there wasn't the press of drunks that you would have on a weekend. It was quite the magical day. The next day, I got the word on my prostate. Damn karmic balance. Our front porch has been getting a workout lately. I've been spending my non-working time reading out there. Stacey and I watch the birds in the bushes. It's been a circus parade lately. Scarlet tanagers, Baltimore orioles and a vast number that we can't identify. The latest is a chubby little bright blue bird with 3 black stripes on his wing. I've decided to call him a Blue Sargent. There's nothing in our bird books anything like him. Just another reason that I gave up formal birdwatching. I just try to appreciate what I see and hear. It's in my nature to try and define the world but it seems to be in Gods nature to prevent that. Ok, one more commercial. You find yourself resting more and not riding your bike or running as much. You just seem to have more trouble going to work and doing anything when you get there. Something just isn't right and you begin to suspect depression. Before you take that Prozac from your doc, make him give you a full check for cancer.If he balks , get another doc. I've had trouble bouncing back from the last two winters. They were hard winters and I figured that I was aging badly. I was beginning to wonder about depression. After talking with some other members of my nonexclusive club, I've found that this lethargy can be an indicator of cancer. Your body is fighting and you're sick but it just doesn't register. Take care of yourselves. I probably won't die soon. I'm going to try to add a video of one of my new favs in music. I'm not really that fond of Celtic music but theirs is different and watching them is like watching puppies play in a basket. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xppqs-QhnUw