Overcast today, it threatened to rain. It is if the weather is going, “naah nah.” To which I turn my back and ignore the taunts. I thought, I can handle this. I don’t have to put on multiple layers, nor do I have to wear gloves. Most of all, when it’s cold, I hate having to take off my gloves and have my fingers freeze.

And I will never get used to the fact that I end up doing animal chores, twice a day, in the dark. If it wasn’t for the fact that my day begins and ends going downhill, I would not go outside at all.

Kathy

My spirits are again doing a nosedive, into what appears to be a pool devoid of water. If, say, the sun shone, I would be more upbeat, because the vitamin D would be coursing through my system. The overcast sky does have something to do with my downbeat attitude.

This morning, Bill, at 7:00 a.m., put the doors on the Buggee Park Little Library. And he put doorknobs on the doors. The doorknobs, that added touch, it actually moved me. Now I will get paint and have Pete paint it. And we’ll get more shingles for the roof.

I like that park. I can see doing fun things with kids there. Maybe, ahh haa, yes, a paper plane flying contest. And we can first make them at the hotel. Hot damn what a great idea.

I next went to my friend Cathy’s place. I lost her phone number, so I just appeared at the Palmer Senior Apartment complex. I sorted out our books and matt board supplies while she worked. I was really happy to do this. We talked quite a bit. Kathy is eager to get out of her apartment. She’s going a little stir crazy. Now, I knew this would happen – it was inevitable. So I am trying to think about how I can fit a few more visits into my schedule.

We talked some about how we both dread things. This, actually, was something that I had written about in previous dispatches. Interestingly enough, I dread less than I used to. This is because I am now out and about so much. A notable change. I am now dreading doing the commencement address on the 21st of May – but not much yet because it is still quite a ways away.

Onward, to the hotel. Just Pam was there. She was cleaning books. More and more she’s running the show, a good thing. This allowed me time to pack up books going to villages. Once I get going, I get going. Then I get going. I have notecards that tell me what each village needs. This is eliminating confusion.

There was a time in which I had no idea at all how to deal with sending books to villages. But I now seem to have a handle on it. I contact places, pack boxes, then ship them out. And I am taking great pride in selecting the right books for the job at hand.

A few sunny days and I will feel better.

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