A dozen dispatch titles will come to mind during a given day. Then when it comes time to write the dang thing, I draw a blank. I’d like an art exhibit, one in which the Title is Drawing a Blank. There would be drawing paper taped to the walls. And there would be all kinds of drawing implements. People would be encouraged to create art on these sheets.

Actually, when I was a teenager, my mother took me and my sister to Boston and they had these large blank whiteboards, and people were encouraged to write what they wished on these boards. I recall that there were a lot of people there, writing whatever. And I was one of them.

So this is not a new idea. If, say, this went on for a few weeks, there could be differing themes.

Hmm, I am not going to forget this idea.

I still want to teach Hrimmi to paint. The Playground of Higher Learning is now dry, so I am going to get back in there. And this may be where I will work with Hrimmi.

Tyra

I need more time than I have right now. I never thought that the book project would take off, and that I’d be at its helm. Now I am thinking seriously about jumping overboard. I’m sure that statement might thrill some. And this reason alone is enough to motivate me to stay the course. I can imagine what they might say which would be, “We knew she couldn’t handle it.”

And so I plug along. It was a nice day, weather-wise. The trees are just now beginning to bud – I give it a week. And the two immature Eagles in Big Bear, CA are almost ready to leave the nest.

One is doing very well, the other so-so. It’s interesting – it’s possible of course to record their in nest activities, but not possible, once they leave the nest, to record where they might go. This will remain a mystery, which maybe is the way it should be. These are not domestic animals.

Tyra still has the splats, but I am going to take a big chunk of the day off tomorrow and then go in after the veterinarian leaves and get things in order for Friday and Saturday’s events. This way I can keep a close watch on her and also clean the yard up. I’m sure that the veterinarian will otherwise say that the problem is that the two colic incidents are related to the fact that there is so much old hay on the ground.

The enclosure is very, very clean. I have kept up with picking up the manure. Our friend Bill is not keeping up with picking up the buckets of manure. I’m sure that this, for him, has become an onerous task. Didn’t used to be, but of course the novelty wore off.

Next: 113. 4/24/25: Horses, horses, horses