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June 11, 2022: Tired

I don’t usually admit to myself that I’m tired. I simply find something to do that involves more physical and less mental activity. I am tired because I woke up at 5 a.m. and could not get back to sleep. So at 6:30 a.m., after laying in bed for what seemed like some time, I got up and began my day. Now at 9:09 p.m., my having gotten up early has caught up with me. I am not sure I’ll even be able to finish this dispatch.

It’s most likely a good thing, that I stand and don’t sit when I work at the computer. If I was sitting, I’d fall asleep. I won’t fall asleep standing up.

I also had a very busy day, one that left no room for what I most needed, a nap.

I immediately went to town and hawked books at the Vagabond Blues bookcases with Robert. Robert is on our board and on the recycling center board. It is Colony Days, and the locals celebrate the arrival of the early colonists in Palmer. There is, to celebrate, a parade.

So Robert and I passed out books to kids and to their parents pushing strollers. I also went outside and passed out books to the stroller crew. Way fun. And I think that we ended up parting with a full tote of books.

Robert had never done this kind of thing before – I think that he had a very good time. It was good for me to spend time with him – I have spent considerable time with the other BLBP board members, but not with Robert.

I did find myself wishing that the BLBP had been represented in the parade. Next year, if there is a parade.

Robert wisely decided that we should quit at 1 p.m. I wanted to stick around and pass out more books, but wisely, instead, after putting books away at the Meeting House, I went home.

I went riding with Pete. I rode Hrimmi and he rode Raudi. It was very buggy out in our end of the world. The bugs were the worst on the Tin Can loop where it tends to be wet and boggy.

Slap, slap, slap and slap. Bugs. Slap, slap, slap, slap.

I also took Tinni for his evening walk. Some days I don’t get the mares out. But I always get Mr. T out.

Tonight I was fantasizing about living in a place with more pasturage – this way I could breed all three mares. And there they’d run endlessly and free over the great expanses that we’d all call home. New Mexico – yooo hoo, Pete and Alys, lots of good riding trails here.

I think that we and the three mares are stuck here, at the end of the expatriate line. Also, the goats, chickens, and dogs. This time of year it’s not such a bad thing, even without an inverter.

Life goes on, right now nothing to dread.

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