snowbirds on them. We could spend our winters in northern New Mexico, going for long trail rides. They’d also like this.
Once again, it was a day in which I engaged in a superhuman effort. We went and got Pete’s truck. Then we went to U-Haul where we picked up numerous boxes of children’s books and took them to the Meeting House. I sorted and categorized these books so now they are ready to be cleaned.
I also got books ready for three events: The Palmer-based Who Let the Girls Out, which takes place next Saturday; The Friends of the Palmer Library Story house, which takes place next Saturday morning; and the Science of Reading Symposium, which takes place Thursday-Sunday. This was a lot of work; however, my having categorized the books made it a whole lot quicker than it might have otherwise have been.
As I was finishing up, one of the board members entered the Meeting House with her child. She went outside to get a box, and the child fell on the floor and began screaming. I only know of one child that screamed that loud. I could feel my ear drums reverberating, and I am partially deaf. Right then it was 5 p.m, closing time – and all I wanted to do was go home.
I am learning that doing as I did, and retiring at age 14, was the best thing I ever could have done. Imagine it, graduating from college and getting a job that would have required me to be in an office, with my own cubicle. I’d have gotten holidays and two weeks paid vacation, if I was lucky. And I would have had to put up with co-workers.
And so, yes, it’s been a good life thus far. And I am, after having gotten the BLBP going, far wiser than I would have been otherwise.
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