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May 1, 2021: Memorable May 1, 2021

A comparison – very dramatic, the beginning of April and the snow was so high in places that I could not see over the berms. It was like having tunnel vision. Movement, in this sense, was restricted. Now today, most of the snow was gone. I am back to riding on Siggi’s trail, I actually took all three mares out on short jaunts. The snow in places is a bit punchy, and the exposed ground, in places, a bit sodden. They were careful and chose the safest possible routes up and down the trails.

I am relieved to be off the road – the snow on the trails is much better for their legs than is the hard packed dirt on the roads.


Kids on tractors

I also took Tinni for a run around the loop. The willows now have buds on them, and the birds are seeking mates. There is this one bird that makes a “hey,” sound – I keep looking around because it sounds like Pete.

No more snowplows, graders, or sanders until next year.

Off come the studded tires. Pete thought they had to be off today. I went to the computer and determined that in our area they don’t have to come off until May 15th. He will get them off well before then.

I went to the Palmer Senior Center, with about 10 boxes of books in hand. I wasn’t very selective about what I took with me. I wish that I had been. And I wished that I had more kid’s books.

Already, some of the details of this day have been lost. I just hope that I have committed them to long term memory. One can only hope. A sunny, slightly breezy day. Pete assisted me in setting up the table we just purchased and getting the books (via the pink dolly) over to this table. It took me some time to set up. My friend Michele, who works for United Way, soon joined me, and set up her wares in less than five minutes. I was really impressed.

Those who wanted books came in waves that lapped against the literary store. In this respect it was a lot like last week. The best part is talking with people about their literary interests. Numerous people wanted books that were over at the Meeting House. So I will open up the Meeting House to book browsers next Wednesday.

The live band played tunes from the 1970s and all these seniors were walking around singing them. This seemed strange to me. I mentioned this to Michele, and she said, “these aren’t old songs. They’re good songs! Better than that rap stuff.”

I talked for a long time with Richard who works at the Palmer Museum. Could be a good place to set up an Alaskana distribution station. I also let it be known that I need a larger space in which to sort, clean, categorize, and distribute books from. I know that this is going to happen and that it will be by word of mouth.

Lots of little girls in black dresses with polka dots, pink ribbons in their hair. They sang and danced.

Other kids drove small tractors.

I am beginning to really appreciate the town I live in.

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