I love the thought of eating on trains. I have not ever done this because I have not had enough money at the time –but the thought of eating and watching the scenery does appeal to me.

I love train travel period. I have done this and slept in chairs. I’d like a bunk—this would be the best.

I like sleepovers and sleeping at other people’s houses although sleep interrupts a good time.

What got me thinking about all this was the smell that is wafting upstairs. Pete is making dinner, stir fry, and right now I am smelling the shrimp and the rice cooking. I can also hear the knife cutting the other vegetables that are going into the assemblage.

In a few minutes I will hear the sound of the dishes being set out on the table. Then, shortly after, he will yell, “ready.”

Pete spends a lot of time cooking. I do not spend a lot of time cooking. I spend a lot of time crafting sentences. I wonder why we have these preferences. What is it, then, that makes some of us focus on doing one thing and others on doing another?

I mean, why do I enjoy sorting through books and getting them in lidless cardboard boxes for cleaning? I am not as gung ho about dealing with pulp or paperback fiction. I am gung ho about dealing with children’s books and nonfiction, particularly memoir.

Today I found a book by Temple Grandin on autism. It’s not about her personal history, nor is it about her relationship with animals. It’s how to-informational.

The question is, what prompted Temple Grandin to write directly and indirectly about autism? It can’t be because she connects with people because she does not connect. I pause. I wonder if she could explain it.

And I do wonder – do those, like me, who frequently experience single minded intensity of purpose – are we autistic? The current expression that’s in vogue is called, “on the spectrum.” So how is one to figure out where they are on the spectrum? Is there a test to determine where you are?

And those who are obsessive? Are they on the spectrum?

I have been obsessive about bicycling, sea kayaking, and horseback riding. I am now obsessive about getting books into the hands of appreciative readers.

I hope soon to take a step back and again focus my energies on riding my horses. They are getting cheated.

Well the BLBP now has a volunteer coordinator, and just now he is getting his feet on the ground and assisting in getting us digitally connected. Today, for example, we got an online calendar on our website.

I pause again. I have heard that it is better to light one candle than to curse the darkness. I would need to light several candles because in my case, a single curse will not suffice.

This morning it was dark when I got up. I did stuff inside before going out. A month and a few more weeks of this.

Next: 310. 11/18/25: Uneventful