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July 5, 2025: Whoa is Me

It’s now raining hard. It’s not a cold, nor a wet, rain, but an in between rain. Pete and I were just talking about it – when it resumes raining we wonder if this is it, which is the beginning of the Mat-Su Monsoon Season. It generally starts about now and ends in September. The good weather seems to coincide with hunting season. Then in October it gets cold and sometimes it snows.

I did work on Shelf Life this morning. I wrote about how I have taken Pete’s hard work and single minded intensity of focus for granted. This revelation comes pretty far along in the book, but I must end on an upswing. I do wonder, though, how I will end the book if the project implodes.

The question is, of course, what next? I have to get information about the books in the villages program into the book. Now that I mention this, the subconscious will take it, mull it over, and let my conscious know what the answer might be.


Pam sorting books


Freud said that we have Ids, Ego, and Superegos. This of course is speculative. So my question is, how is it that people take speculative information to heart? Is it that they listen to the voices of supposed authorities? And how was it that Freud got to be an authority on this subject?

Today I vowed to get home early so that I could get in a ride or two. This did not happen. Instead, I stamped three-quarters of the umpteen books that were donated to us by Sally Hitchcock’s family. The family (of course) first high graded Sally’s collection, leaving me many good books. There were also clunkers in the mix. Today I sorted these books by genre and then attempted to categorize the nonfiction. Categorizing the nonfiction was difficult because Robert and Pete were building shelves and fastening others to the walls. Theirs was a slow and laborious process because such things take time. And as well, mine was a slow and laborious process because sorting, cleaning, and stamping books takes time.

Every so often, I’d duck into the broom closet and look around, particularly at the books that I’ve already shelved. This motivated me to keep working. Every so often someone would walk in, and I’d tell them about the project. Most days this actually is fun, but less so today.

We continue to do what we do so well, but Pete and I agree, we are getting tired of the grind. The plan is to, of course, make this project work and then turn it over to others who feel similarly. Now if someone came along tomorrow who wanted to take over, I’d gladly let them do it, provided they had a good head on their shoulders.

Yep, once again all things in their time.

Next: 183. 7/6/25: Full Days

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