It now seems like a dispatch-related common refrain, which is that I am really tired. I have for some time been writing dispatches late at night – it is far easier to write them in the morning, but with all I now have going on, this is not possible.

You say that everything is possible. I say that everything is plausible.

Good weather today – I was inside, at the Meeting House, cleaning and stamping children’s books. Slowly, I am whittling down the seemingly infinite number of books that were brought in earlier this week. I’m trying to get caught up because, undoubtedly, more books will be coming in, most likely tomorrow.

Pete and Bill will be salvaging books at VCRS, and Robert and I will be in the lobby of Vagabond Blues, passing books out to lucky children. I did this last year; I also pedaled my wares in the lobby and also outside. I am not going to pass out books outside because I don’t think that kids and/or parents are as appreciative when dealing with major distractions.

The move will be complete when the books, in boxes, are on shelves. Pete is going to build the shelves. He’s going to purchase the wood tomorrow and begin work on them on Monday.

Today he went to Chickaloon and dropped off a bookcase. We have one that will be better suited to the post office site, which means that he will soon be going back there.

As tired as I was after dinner, I mustered up the energy and I rode Tyra. She was very glad to get out. At first she was distracted by the greenery. Then she settled down and focused on the task at hand which was getting from point A to Point B. I didn’t even realize this until I got home.

Tomorrow I will get all three of the mares out. I wish I could say, instead, all four horses. Three, in my estimation, is too few. I’d like to also have an older, steady eddy gelding.

All our surroundings are now lush and green. Pretty soon, the geraniums and the wild roses will appear. This generally means the end of spring and the beginning of summer.

I have decided that early spring is the most magical time of year. Then, as the snow disappears, everything comes alive. And too, the birds return. Here, in our area, there are now a lot of robins. I have not seen any in our trails area. I think that they figured out that here, the living is easy. They have worms to eat and horsehair to build their nests with. It’s quiet here, and there are no predators. If we had a cat, they’d leave. I would consider this to be a form of betrayal.

The robins don’t seem to mind (as far as I can tell) that this is a colder than average spring. At least today the sun was shining and it did not rain.

I get this tired and I wonder how I’ll make it through the next day. I wake up less tired and all things again seem possible.

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