Most won’t admit it, but writing is cathartic. I think this is because it slows down the thinking process. Also, articulating what’s troublesome makes it easier to let go. This is generally the case.

Most of the things I wrote about yesterday are still a reality today.

Pete and I went for a ride on Raudi and Tyra on what was the most beautiful day of the year. I then went for a shorter ride on Hrimmi. Breathtaking, the low lying light illuminating the foliage – so many shades of green. My goodness. And the temperature in the woods about 10 degrees cooler than in the non-shaded areas. Add to this, the horses are bomber. They enjoy doing what they do so well. Aside from the fact that I have a sore knee, it was the perfect ride. It was perfect also because we didn’t see any hunters. Today was the opening of bow hunting season – perhaps they have gone elsewhere.

I couldn’t sleep, thinking about the newspaper box logistics. I have now sanded the box that I’m preparing for the bee booth area. Tomorrow, I will paint it. I do not know what’s going to happen as far as getting the two that are in the historic Eagle Hotel painted.

And the person who said he might be able to make the inserts sent me an email saying that he’s been advised by, of all people, our hay dealer, “to make time for himself.” This individual is taking his words to heart because he’s “crazy busy.” I hear things like this, and my heart starts throwing in extra beats.

Another “crazy busy” person, I thought had committed to walking in the parade and pass out books has told me that she’s not sure if she’ll be able to give an assist because she might have other obligations. I may end up with no assistance. Of course, there is the chance that it might rain, in which case this is going to be a moot point.

Others have also begged off on giving me a hand because they too are, “crazy busy.”

Now I know that being a very public figure that I’m supposed to be really nice to people and not call them on things like the BLBP being a low priority. This is really hard. I want them to know that I am displeased because I really need the help. But if I do this, I’ll risk their involvement with this project.

The shit could hit the fan on Saturday, if a lot of books are dropped off at the historic Eagle Hotel.

I will then have to salvage, sort, and categorize, this in addition to getting the fair preparations done.

Now, did I problem solve at all? No. I will next go to Pete and ask him for his advice in these matters. There, this last sentence is a form of problem solving.

Next: 219. 8/11/23: Summer, still