Back for a short interlude in which we discuss my views on the state of Texas

Today we're talking about Texas, specifically my opinions about Texas. 

But first, a comment about Blogger. Lord'aMercy, if I don't post frequently I forget how to do it. Has taken me the better part of half an hour to get here. Good grief. Anyway, on to Texas. 

I've been to Texas a time or two, but not recently. By not recently, I mean forty-some years. I rode (Daddy and my stepmom Mary drove) all the way through Texas... in the summer. It took about three weeks, IDK. It was hot as balls, but many parts were absolutely beautiful. 

Texas has a reputation for being BIG. And geographically, it is, relative to other states in the contiguous US. Texas has a huge attitude about itself, too. Texans think mighty highly of themselves, and good for them. Live and let live. I'm not here to get into the politics of Texas. OMG no. Back away from that mess. 

I'm gonna let Texas be Texas, respect it/them for being Texas, and move on with my life away from Texas. I respect Texas's right to be whatever they want to be, admire the beauties therein, appreciate its economic bounties and products. And honor her from afar. Because I don't want to mess with Texas. I want to leave Texas to itself. 

And that's what I have to say about Texas. 

Oh Hi!

 Oh hallelujah! I figured it out! Great googley moogley. I decided to post again but couldn't figure out how to get here. It's been a while. 

I had something to add. The thought occurred to me this morning. It took a while to get here. Something about signing in with various accounts. I have more than one. The browser I usually use knows me as one thing, this blog knows me as another thing. It's complicated. But I'm here! 

I wanted to say something about the Ever Given stuck in the Suez Canal. What a mess. We're all learning more about international shipping these days. I'm fascinated. 

OK, I want to talk about my weight. It's significant, and I mean that in many ways. I'm over 300 pounds now. Also, since we last "spoke", I have developed Type 2 Diabetes. No surprise, really. It was virtually inevitable, the way I eat. I have an A1C check next week and yeah, I'm trepidatious. (I'm getting a report saying that's not a word. I will ignore it.)

I'm embarrassed to be this heavy. Uncomfortable, too, obviously. It's hard to maneuver a ship this big (see what I did there?). But I also like to eat, especially sweet things. Compulsively, if I understand the meaning of compulsive. I'm willing to (I say to myself) reduce the amount of food I eat, in moderation. That's the thing. I want to be "moderate" about NOT reducing my intake. But I can cut back, I think. 

I just had a V-8.