I am not only seeing the tunnel; I am now seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. It’s an LED light, energy efficient. And it isn’t that distant. The analogy – Today I gritted my teeth, and I began categorizing the nonfiction. Categorization is slow and arduous. Sorting and cleaning take far less time.

There were some books that would not fit into any categories at all. Grr, grr, grr. I finally decided to put these books in bins – they are now in the distribution queue. This word, queue, it is now a trendy buzz word. Iconic is another, but it has outlived its shelf life.

Raspberry jam and juice

I was able to move the boxed but uncategorized books to the central sorting and categorization area. Meaning, all the remaining nonfiction is in one area. Now, once I get this task done, I have to sort and categorize the books on writing, literary biographies and criticism included. This will be easier than what I’ve been doing because there is not an infinite number of categories.

The light at the end of the tunnel – when I get this all done, I am going to have more free time because I won’t be moving boxes of books around.

There is one more shlepping task, and I am going to get an assist with this. The fiction, in the large tubs, needs to be moved so that we can have that area be for incoming books.

This is all I have to say about this.

It was, again, a humid day. The evenings are now the best time of day. Tonight I first got Raudi out, and then I took Hrimmi out, on Siggi’s trail. The fireweed is starting to bloom, and the ferns are now large and bushy. Unfortunately, there is a lot of Monks Hood this year. Fortunately, our horses aren’t interested in eating it. They will go for most else. Two really good rides – I never envisioned the day in which I’d have three well trained riding horses. Thinking of going for a long trip on them now comes to mind quite often. I will get the project to the point where others can do the work. Right now, I’m getting most of my assistance from my imaginary friends.

Pete got back from fishing late this evening – he and his friend Robert caught 17 fish. Robert only wants two of them. Pete said that the fishing was slow. He went to Fish Creek, which isn’t far away, as is Chitna. So slowly, we again fill our larder. Pete has also blanched and frozen the Swiss Chard and Kale. I noticed when I was in the Hoop House that many of the raspberries on the bush in there are now ripe.

It is my job to pick the raspberries. I always wonder how I’ll find the time to do this. Now that I see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel, finding the time to do this is going to be easier.

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