involve going directly up to people, mainly mothers with strollers, did, I think, detract from the recycling center staff’s efforts.
I think that we parted company with 15 boxes of children’s books, and then more books at the Mat-Su College cabin and the Eckert Garden.
Another vision (I’m getting up there with Our Lady of Lourdes) and this relates to next year’s Alaska State Fair. I would like to have a booth at the fair, and sell Alaskana books, and give away kid’s books. I suppose if I am to do this, I ought to get going on this soon.
I went to the Meeting House after dropping off books at the fair. I sorted through books that came in over the weekend, and I put the kids’ books on the table for cleaning tomorrow. I also set aside the art books for a school in New York. When I was done, it appeared as though there was room for additional books.
A woman was to pick up 10 boxes of books and a bookcase at 5 p.m. at the Meeting House this evening. She called and rescheduled for Wednesday. At first I was a touch annoyed, but then I realized that her putting in an appearance on the rescheduled day was even better because it meant that I did not have to (later) make a return trip to the Meeting House.
So I instead came home and got the animals out. I took Tinni for his daily walk, and then the dogs for their walk. I then first rode Hrimmi and then rode Tyra.
Pete arrived home from his sea kayaking trip to Seward as I was putting the saddle on the mare. I was so distracted that I forgot to put the girth on the saddle, this is why the saddle fell off 200 or so yard from the house.
Tinni is still coughing. Pete and I realized (at the same time) that his secluded stall (which is situated between the two hay sheds) might be a source of mold. So we put up a few gates and put him next to the mares, in his own shelter.
Another long day shot to hell.
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