June 13, 2025: The Days Fly By

So good to have the daylight. Also the warm weather, but with the temperatures now in the upper 70s’ it is getting noticeably warm, meaning almost too warm.

Humans have a limited comfortable temperature range – without clothes I suspect from 60 to 80 F. With animals, this is a lot broader.

I worked on Shelf Life this morning – I am making progress. A good many days one hour is sufficient, after that my attention wanders. I wonder if this is so of most other writers. Then there are other days in which I know I’d be good for two or three hours. The most important thing is not the number of hours but the degree of continuity – as Donald Murray used to say nulla dies sine linea – never a day without a line. He was in many ways a very wise man.

It's not good for writers to be department heads. It requires a differing mind set for both. I just remember the resident feminist, Annette Kolodny, attempting to sue him because of pay inequities.

I am now up to the part of my narrative in which I am going to write about how boards do and don’t function. I know that right now, my subconscious is working overtime on this.

So here’s what happened today, when I got to the literacy center. I had the side door opened and propped open with a bucket of de-icer. I was heading outside, maybe with an armload of books, and I stopped dead in my tracks midway out the door because before me was a mid-sized pinto horse and a small rider. I thought for a minute that it was Hrimmi and that I was dreaming. I looked again – the horse was a pinto but had blue eyes and differing tack. I looked up at the rider and started talking to her –telling her that I owned an Icelandic mare, Hrimmi, who looked like her horse. She half smiled and remained quiet. I asked, and was told yes, I could give the horse a treat.

I then saw that she was wearing a long sleeved Icelandic horse insignia tee shirt. I then said, “do I know you?” The person said “yes,” and lifted up her sunglasses. It was Misty Circle, who I hadn’t seen in about five years.

She said she’d just ridden her horse from Meadow Lakes (to Palmer) and was desensitizing him, I guess by taking him to Palmer during Friday Fling. I gave her my card and told her to keep in touch, then walked her and Alfasaga to the corner.

I was actually envious because here she was on a long distance ride on her horse. And here I was, getting ready to host a silent auction.

But tomorrow Hrimmi will walk in the parade. And this will be no dream.

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