. . . Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise. Huh? Okay. I am not a man, so this does not apply to me. Also, no early to bed, or early to rise around here. It’s late to bed and late to rise.

I like those few nanoseconds before getting up, the nanoseconds before I start recalling all I have to do on a given day.

This morning, I woke up, but did not immediately think of what I

Tyra being fitted for her saddle

had to do because I had a tooth ache. I have discovered that if I am idle, I then think about the pain, which is yet another good reason for remaining busy.

It was raining, so I changed my immediate plans. I was intending to get all the horses out, but it was raining. So I instead went to town. Bill had sent me an email saying that someone had left a box of books next to the bookcase. I figured I’d better go and get them off the floor because otherwise the powers that be at that place might shut us down, their reasoning being that the area was too cluttered and therefore too unsafe.

Bill had taken the one box to the Meeting House. In his absence, seven more had appeared. I sorted through them and put most of them on the bookcases in the other distribution areas.

As I worked, people came and browsed, and took books. Everyone I met had something good to say about the project.

This task took me two hours. By then it had stopped raining. I got Tinni out, then when I returned, I saw that Bill and Pete were loading up manure buckets. Bill has been putting the manure on the ground across from his place, and sprinkling wildflower seeds.

Both guys were eager to tell me about the recycling center book haul. They got a lot of books, so many books they said, that it is going to take me considerable time to sort them.

Okay. So now I’m having to deal with having too many books. The pendulum seems to swing back and forth, and quite quickly. I wish it would hold steady for a few years. But this does not seem to be the nature of the beast.

I finished talking with the guys and went up to the cabin, took some arnica and Ibuprofen, and then crawled into bed. I can deal with one tooth hurting, but not two teeth hurting simultaneously. I fell asleep almost immediately. Then ten minutes later, Ryder, inside, began barking. I could easily have killed her. Instead, I arose and tended to the horses and went for three, yes, three rides.

One ride was with Pete who has not yet given up on Tyra’s saddle fit issues. I rode Raudi. The sun was out, the air was cool – seems to be a trend this summer. I’m not complaining – I hear that in Oregon it is 99˚ F.

And I’m not complaining about my teeth. I just have to bite the bullet and hope its filled with anesthetic.

Next: 170. 6/ 20/21: The Failed Fencing Project