And the days keep getting longer. This morning it was dusk at 4:00 a.m. Could have been that it was overcast. It was overcast all day. Also, somewhat cold. This was fortuitous because I completely forgot to open the hoophouse door this a.m., as I’d been instructed to do.

I remembered at 10:00 p.m., as I was finishing up the horse chores. I went over to the hoop house, opened the very flimsy gate, and entered the structure. Thank dog it was cool in there – and it did not appear as though the plants needed water.

Cleaning books at the Meeting House

It may turn out to be a somewhat cold, overcast, and sometimes rainy summer. I’m okay with this, although I could use some warm weather, like it was in Fairbanks last week.

Well, the carpet in the Eagle Hotel got the once-over, courtesy of Robert, the BLBP board president. Pam rented the carpet cleaner, and Robert went over the 2,000 square feet of carpet with this machine. I hauled in clean water and emptied the dirty water down the storm drain.

Seeing as there was nothing else for me to do, I went to the Palmer Senior Center and laid out books. I took back those that no one wanted, and I put them in the box of books to be shelved in the library. Good to see everyone and share my good news about the vehicle and future BLBP plans.

Then it was on to the Meeting House. Bea, Lois, Rebekah, and I were there early on with Robert showing up later. He told me that he reserved a U-Haul for Friday. The enormity of the situation is slowly dawning upon me in that, so far, no volunteers have yet stepped forward and said that they’d give an assist. This is one of those instances where something serendipitous has got to happen.

Lois and Bea cleaned books. Rebekah first put boxes together then assisted me in filling them with duplicate books. I filled all the new boxes and so the books are ready to go. In fact, most of what’s in the library room is ready to go. What’s in the basement room is not ready to go.

There were books all over when everyone left. I took a deep breath and organized what was left. This took me an additional three hours. I got ready, and then I did distributed books. Always, there is someone checking out books at the Vagabond Blues. I talked to a fellow tonight who wanted a dictionary because his favorite rapper uses one. It turns out that I had one in a box in the car. Talk about looking good. . .

I did come home in time to get in a ride on Hrimmi. Once again, she did some serious grass diving. And once her head goes down, I can’t seem to get it back up. What to do? I need to give the situation more thought.

Every good piece of writing presents a problem. I’m so tired that I’m dreaming as I’m standing here. This may not get finished until then.

Next: 149. 5/31/23: Signed, Sealed, and Delivered