In Florida, a condo collapsed, and they demolished what was left because a tropical storm is supposed to hit the area. They aren’t going to call it a hurricane because this would send people who haven’t already gone over the edge, over the edge. Those who fare well will be considered to have weathered a literal and a figurative storm.

A metaphor – the Bright Lights Book Project has weathered a storm, one that now feels like it was a hurricane. I ought not go into details here, but suffice to say, there has been a change of attitude –resistance has morphed into support.

The crew at the meeting house

It was another good day. Yesterday I prepared for today, sorting books at the Meeting House, and loading up DOGNPONY with books for the Palmer Senior Center. The seniors were of course again very appreciative – the only problem was that I didn’t have enough new books. Problem resolved, almost. I’m out of fiction. A fellow named Glenn may become a Wasilla distributor. He’s going to give an assist on the Sutton Library kid’s day.

On Thursday I will take in boxes of kid’s books and a box of faith-based books.

Today I also worked with the crew at the Meeting House, getting the baskets of books ready for the July 13th silent auction. It went very well. Lois and Sheila did what I call the micro-sorting, categorizing and getting the right books in the right baskets. Nan brought her grandkids along, Macy and Eva. They cleaned and sorted kid’s books, and found some they liked, which they took home.

Tomorrow I’ll begin soliciting donations for a silent auction. I hate asking people for anything, but this is what I must do. Most will say yes – some may say no. This goes with the territory.

I came home, full of good cheer, even though it was raining. I decided to take Tinni and the dogs for a walk on our trails. Stupid me, I didn’t dress for it. I put on a pair of non-waterproof pants, a non-breathable raincoat, and a pair of low-cut rubber boots. Within minutes, my cotton pants, under my not so waterproof pants, were sopping wet, which caused me to become chilled. And my raincoat’s lack of breathability caused my upper half to start sweating. As for the boots – they filled with water, which made them feel sloshy and unstable. No wonder, then, that because I had no traction that I slipped on a tree root and fell flat on my face. Add to this, Tinni stopped every five seconds or so in order to graze on the lush grass.

Fortunately, the earlier day’s events kept me in good spirits. Change is a given, and in due time I arrived home, removed wet clothes and put on dry ones. I was once again cheered by the fact that change is a constant.

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