Now writing the day’s dispatch is the last thing I do in a given day. I used to write them before I took a shower, and now I write them afterwards. The generator is on, I have no choice. If I had my druthers, I’d write them first thing in the morning.

It would be strange to not have horses. I get up, and after dressing, I go outside and tend to them. I take the goats with me, morning and night. Pretty soon, we’ll have the mudflap on the outer gate, and so I’ll also be able to let the chickens out.

Pamalla and one of the bookcases

I have not seen our neighbor Poncho’s dog in our yard. Maybe he shot him, took care of the job for us.

Today I again noticed that several things are scheduled for May. I previously took note of upcoming events in April, and therefore I thought that I had plenty of time. But today I realized that it’s May, and I don’t have much time at all.

My trip to Barrow was cancelled – the principal didn’t realize the school was booked until yesterday. I wrote back and said that I was fine with this. And I am. It would have been for three days, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I’d have been there for just one full day. This was hardly any time at all. So in my this is okay email, I asked Pamella if I could stay for a few extra days. This could be interesting – there is no daylight in early December.

Anyhow, I get an extra day here – I will give Pete an assist in salvaging books on Saturday.

I was at the senior center today – my involvement has centered around the book project. Tomorrow I am going to bring books in for the hard cover bookcase, and with another volunteer, we’ll sort and stock the library shelves. I might also assist with food distribution. I am getting sucked in, like a spider at the edge of a bathroom drain.

And I was at the Meeting House. I first cleaned books with Lois and Pat, then later with Pam. Actually, I didn’t do much cleaning. Rather, I schlepped the hardcover fiction books around, making for more room in the library room. The nonfiction area downstairs, now it is a mess.

You’d think with all those praying for it, that we’d now have a building. I do wonder at times how much longer I can hold out. Moving heavy boxes of books is taking its toll on me mentally and physically. But I keep at this because I HOPE, there it is, that word, HOPE, that this problem will solve itself, with a kindly assist from that big hand in the sky.

I got home late. I ate, walked the dogs, and cleaned the horse pen. I brushed the horses last night, but again today they were a mess.

Tomorrow a.m. I go back to the dentist. Then I will have nothing to fret about.

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