I first stopped at the Sunrise Grill and put a few books in the bookcase.
I next filled DGNPNY’s gas tank at the edge of town filling station. I like going there. I know what pump to go to, and I remember what side of car to pull up to the filling station.
I next stopped at the Iditawash Laundromat and was told, yes, they would like a bookcase and kids’ books.
The Iditawash Laundromat was right next to Roots Hair Salon where I thought I had an appointment to get my hairs cut. Turns out, my appointment was tomorrow. But Barb, who cuts my hair fit me in. We talked horses. This is the reason I go to her. I have no imagination when it comes to saying how my hair might be styled, so all who cut it, cut it the same way. The horse talk, this is a perk. It’s the only subject matter that interests me.
Next, I went to the Mat-Su Borough building and put books in that bookcase. After, I went to the Alaska DMV and filled that bookcase. The local DMV is hard to find. I lucked out, this time I happened to make all the right turns.
The Kombucha place was closed, so I didn’t drop off any books there.
From there I went to the Meeting House and picked up more books, which I took to the U-Haul storage locker. I was to meet Heather who works for the Knik Tribal Council and her son Hunter. I knew that Heather wanted nonfiction books, but I didn’t know how old Hunter was. As it turned out, he is in his early 20s. I presumed that for this reason that he wouldn’t want young adult books, but he ended up taking 10-or-so boxes for the Knik Tribal Council school. Heather took 5 or so hard-to-place boxes of books.
Onward, I next filled the bookcases at Vagabond Blues and The Valley Hotel. From there, I returned to the Meeting House and attempted to clean the refrigerator. I just tossed food items – I rightly presumed that I’d need to unplug the refrigerator in order to clean it. It does not smell bad, but it is a mess.
I sorted fiction and nonfiction books before leaving, putting the fiction by itself, in a specific area.
Right before leaving, I noticed that I didn’t have my backpack. I brethed a sigh of relief in realizing that my wallet was in my coat pocket. So if I had lost my backpack, it would not have been any big deal. However, I did retrace my steps and discovered that I’d left it on a U-Haul cart outside the storage area.
There has to be a bit of hardship each and every day. Fortunately, today’s hardship was such that I it did not affect my mood. Tomorrow may be different; you just never know. Change is a constant.
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