Pete, a taurus, was born in the spring. Today was his birthday. Alys, a Virgo, was born in the fall. In so many ways we are opposites. He’s logical and unemotional. I’m intuitive and very emotional. So we do not see the world the same way. We are two halves of a whole, a right brain and a left brain.

Tonight, after another long day at work, we went for a horseback ride. I first rode Tyra on Siggi’s Trail and then Pete rode Raudi and I rode Hrimmi. The four wheelers were out on the main

trail – we had the dogs with us. We can let Shadow off lead, but not Ryder. We decided that rather than risk crossing their path, that we’d first ride Peaches’ trail, then ride Siggi’s trail.

Peaches’ trail was boggy in places, and after coming down Suicide Hill (named such because it can be icy in the winter) we turned left and Raudi, after floundering around a bit, went up to her knees in a bog. She calmly and quickly extricated herself, then turned and went left. Hrimmi, who was behind Raudi, watched the whole thing. Of course, we were not going to continue straight ahead -- Hrimmi and I were in agreement about this. So we instead followed Pete and Raudi. Raudi was okay although her legs were coated with mud.

We continued onto Siggi’s trail and crossed the trail where the 4-wheelers had passed, a short while previously. They either went down the far side of the bench or decided to hang out up on the ridge. One of the two motorists had what we call geeky aftermarket shit on his machine – these bright orange lights that he had put in the back that looked like laser beams. I could only hope that the force saw him for the idiot that he is.

It was good, to go for a ride with Pete – this enabled me to stop the circular thinking pattern that I had been on for a few hours. I continue to deal with space constraints with the project. I worked in the book cave for four hours – I have organized about three-quarters of the nonfiction books that are in this room. The baseball books are in boxes – there are ten boxes. Pete, after salvaging at the recycling center, joined me and boxed up most of the war books.

I have very little interest in war books – in fact I have no interest in war books. WW II is the most popular and most written about war by far. I know some about this war, having read other books that have touched upon it. I’m glad I know a little bit – I don’t need to know a lot – just that, yes, history does repeat itself.

The BLBP board meeting ended with my having an important realization   – and this is that most like the project, but some don’t like me. I am just not cooperative enough.

The biggest surprise made itself apparent when we arrived at the mailboxes on the way home. Scholastic publishing sent a box of kids’ books. A nice gesture from a good, reputable company.

Next: 132. 5/14/23: Here comes Spring