21 April, 2012 - 07:46
Once upon a time a young man worked on a farm and started a blueberry farm and one day........
Karl Greer, M.D.
University of Texas Medical Branch at Galveston; Karl was born in Texas, but always enjoyed a California state of mind. Some roadside attractions along the way to the Golden State were a childhood in Madagascar, a love for words, serving time in a cubicle, starting a blueberry farm, and the eventual realization that his passions for nutrition, sunlight, and movement might actually be of use as a family doctor. Professional interests include integrative medicine, behavioral health, rural medicine and disrupting the world supply of sweetened beverages. Karl lives with his wife, Amber, daughter, Kaya, and son, Novi, and in his free time enjoys picking up toys, cooking, playing in dirt, and surfing the fickle waves of the Gulf Coast. He is excited to move the family to Santa Rosa and looks forward to Pacific swells, cooler summers, and good pinot noir, while tempering his enthusiasm for year-round wet suits and large sharks.
11 April, 2012 - 22:17
Sometime between 5:00 am or so when I first fall out of sleep and before midnight when I again go to sleep I wonder how many things I did in the day. I do not think on this too long as generally I am asleep in 10 minutes or less. Tonight during dinner I mentioned I did not have time to do such and such and someone immediately said, "how do you have time for anything". How true that statement was.
My list of thngs to do is every green. It never ends. The more I add, the longer hours I put in, the more acccomplished, but stil the list grows.
Today we had to move three trailer loads of cows and calves from 45 miles away where they have been flushed, eggs harvested, embryos frozen in nitrogen and are now back with us. The doner mama cows will now need to be bred and the surrogate mother cows are hopefully safe with someone elses baby in them. We worked all day on setting up irrigation lines for the vegetable gardens. Weeding continued and weed trimming the yard by the house, barns and cabins. Two loads of trash boxes where haluled off to the burn pile. Baby chicks were taken care of. and so it goes.
I guess if I did not farm and ranch I could around and watch TV or listen to talk radio. In no time I would not be fit, probably sick and for sure fed up with the world.
For now I am going to keep on keeping on doing what I love no matter how difficult it is. For sure I know when my head hits the pillow I have not just sat aorund and done nothing all day. This is a 24/7 life, but its is my life.