I am stuck, stuck, stuck because it’s late and I am tired. So tomorrow seems formidable. I have an early morning meeting, and then Friday Fling right after that. Now it may rain, and if it does, I will (like last week) either have to cancel the whole shebang or go for it with the event happening outside and story time being inside. If it snows and rains, and it might, then I will make a few phone calls and return to bed.

Today was a tough day, dealing with the detritus left over from the consignment sale, and getting ready for both tomorrow’s event, and continuing planning for Summer in the Park(s).

Reading Rendezvous

I hope at Friday Fling to meet up with someone who wants to give a major assist with Summer in the Park(s). Someone who says, gosh, I really miss working with children and am willing to put considerable time and interest into this. If I was someone who was into prayer, right now this would be what I would pray for.

In the meantime, I will take it all a day at a time. Inch by inch, row by row, dog is my co-pilot, easy does it, dog willing.

I did, after a long day at non-paying work, get Raudi out for a ride. This is the only way she’s going to get back into shape because she is not going to do this tonight.

Tonight Hrimmi and Raudi were grazing on the hill up behind the house. Raudi, however, decided to graze behind the house, on the low area – she was not going to expend any more energy than she had to. This is what being an older horse is all about, which is the conservation of energy.

Now tomorrow I start on antibiotics, and hope that they clear up my implant infection. If I was someone who was into prayer, right now, this is another thing that I would pray for.

It’s still too cold to be spring, and I suspect we are going to see it snow one more time. Odd, people like the first snow and really despise the final snow. And it’s the same stuff.

A tree fell on the road, off to the left of our place. Pete, he flexed his muscles – I saw his shirt ripple and said that he needed to go get it. I was not gung ho about this, but then after dinner I went out and took a look at it. It was indeed a fine specimen. And really, that wood was a gift from dog. As Pete said, it’ll keep us warm for two weeks.

As Pete was cutting and the horses were racing around, we heard gun shots, we think, from Snowy Mountain Circle where I used to ride. Very loud gun shots. I also heard this when I was out on the trail.

Guns. Uh. And tonight in the Frontiersman there was an article by a columnist about how the president is relaxing gun regulations and that this is a good thing. So, many in the world have yet to come to their senses and this is both disheartening and scary.

Next: 139. 5/22/26: Being a Leader