I promise I didn't leave again for good! My brain has been tied down for the last few months as I wrapped up and defended my Master of Science (MSc) thesis. I present to you the newest, latest Squeaks :)
So I've got my MSc now and life continues to advance at a horrifically fast pace. I'm officially (as of today) a PhD student. Why do I put myself through all this stress - honestly I don't know, but I really love science :P so it's not for nothing! I just rather dislike the whole let's-pump-out-the-projects-as-fast-as-your-scrawny-fingers-can-type aspect of things. Not to mention I really really really miss working on the farm in the spring/summer. There's something unnatural about being indoors, stuck at a desk, reading incredibly dry papers from the early 2000s on some far-removed electrical stimulation technique that you just might need to know about in the future :| I'd rather zap myself at this point than read another line of this dreadful material.
Additionally, let's talk cows. We're hoping to send off a bunch of steers and bull calves to auction over the next month (probably). I haven't really seen much of our herd these last few months, usually because I've had my nose stuck in the folds of my computer, smashing out my thesis (which no one is every going to read front-to-back; sometimes I wonder if it was really worth all the tears and sweat and headaches, lol). In any case, our herd is up on the range at the moment; sometimes I see a bulbous eyeball or two when I drive in from work, but I haven't actually checked for new calves (or overly-pregnant cows).
So, that's on the checklist for this weekend: do a little bushwhacking and count the herd. I know our bull is still alive and healthy, because when I was coming home the other day he was standing there fat as a king, with his head draped over the barbed-wire fence eating grass from the neighbour's property :| and our grass is much nicer looking, so I think he's a little bit deluded.
I'm so looking forward to haying season this year. I can't wait to get out on the tractor for hours at a time. Trust me, it's a lot different from sitting at a desk. There's nothing like the hot sun soaking into your skin, the smell of fresh hay, the sound of the engine rumbling, that screech you make when you realize you broke the shear pin again :| (the bailer and I have a very rocky relationship at this point in our history; I think we've gone through 3 shear pins together over the years). Not to mention the joy of bouncing around on the scalding hot seat, gearing down around the corners, and trying to squelch the desire to race your sibling who's on the other tractor doing rounds in the opposite direction.
I think I've gone on a long enough rant about farm life (but I didn't even mention baby calves and bottle feeding and foamy milk beards!! *sniffles* there isn't enough time in the day for everything I want to talk about). My drab read titled, "Cortical and segmental excitability during fatiguing contractions of the soleus muscle in humans" is still awaiting my attentive gaze (I haven't even gotten through the methodology section yet *falls off theoretical cliff into an ocean of despair*).
If you read all of this, give yourself a small pat on the back and leave me a comment about your deepest summer wishes and dreams so we can both daydream about the perfect lives we'll never live :P Cheers to you, benevolent reader!
Signed with white-out,