This morning I woke up, and while still in bed (our futon which is on the floor is right next to the windowsill) looked out the window and saw water dripping off the eve. I, of course, could not hear the fall of rain on the roof, so the drip sufficed.

This was what I wanted. I got lucky, for it meant that the Alaska Junior Theatre event would be held indoors rather and outdoors. If the sun had been shining, we would have had the supposed performance on the lawn adjacent to the Palmer Visitor’s Center.

My relief permeated my entire being, and perhaps was the reason for the writing-related breakthrough. I had combined the chapter information on forging partnerships and the Center for the Book Award – I decided instead to have the Center for the Book Award information in the final chapter.

I now speculate as to what I am going to say in my one minute speech, then start to speculate as to what I would say if I were giving a ten minute Ted Talk. I note that my audience for the former would differ from that of the latter, in that I’d talk more about my reason for giving up writing and then follow this with my revelation, which is that writers need readers. And now that I am thinking of it – I might sometime further promote this premise.

I need to remember to include the information about what happened to my hip.

It was a day in which I could easily have continued to write, but I had to head to town and meet up with the Ak Junior Theatre people.

Four individuals showed up, all women. Carole, the owner of the downstairs archive teen center let them into the cavernous basement space. It was some time before children arrived. Pete, who showed up after us all, went over to the Friday Fling Farmer’s Market grounds and rounded up a few more.

The children played in the teen center – they could, if they wished, play numerous games or watch videos. After a bit, I realized that the Jr. theatre people weren’t getting ready to do a performance, and perhaps because they were administrators, they expected us to do this. So Pam and I read the Wonky Donkey story – I now have a hand puppet – and then Kim Evans read a story.

My friend Cathy, the artist in residence, and our mutual friend Taylor, showed up, as Cathy said, to support me.

I had discussions with all the administrators about our partnership and their level of involvement. We’ll be doing fundraising together in the near future.

After this was all over, I resumed work in the literacy library, mainly unpacking the books that came to us from the village of White Mountain, and determining if they should be put in the literacy, state fair, or outgoing bookcase boxes.

Now I must get ready for the next event, which will be held on Tuesday. I am not going to fret about this; I guess because I won’t be the one doing the organizing.

Next: 202. 7/26/25: The Lawn