In the blink of an eye, it got sunny and warm. Intimations of summer for me. I don’t know how long this will last; I just hope that the end result is a good hay crop.

It was a day that I’d like to remember. The really strange thing is that we never remember any day in its entirety. Just bits and pieces. Then bits. Then we fill in the gaps with narrative filler, which functions like silly putty. You can rip it, pull it like taffy, and pick up comic book images with it. It also functions (at least in this instance) as a conduit.

Pam sorting books

So this, I suppose, is why I attempt to get on paper what I can. I do not go back and reread what I’ve written because I know the events of the day won’t be the same as I remembered them to be.

Early on, I drove to the Sutton Library and dropped off books. No one was there, or so I thought, but then I saw that there were two cars in the driveway so I knocked on the door and a librarian came and took the books. Saved me a second trip. Now this is a detail I want to remember.

I next stocked the book kiosk at the post office and mailed a letter to my friend Jackie. This too is a detail that I want to remember.

Then I went to the Palmer Senior Center and had a chat with a friend who is having a tough time with the administration. This is a detail that I have to remember.

Onward, to the Historic Eagle Hotel where I moved books around, witlessly. I then came up with a plan, which is to take the kids’ books to the Meeting House and to then clean them there. Pam, a volunteer gave me a much-needed assist. In talking with her, I began feeling less overwhelmed. This is a detail that I should remember.

I concluded my book workday by distributing books, I first went to Bugge Park, next to Vagabond Blues, Turkey Red, The Valley Hotel, and then The Iditawash Laundromat. This is a detail that I should remember.

Home again, home again, in my lovely car. I do feel some ambivalence about my feelings for this car – and they are the same feelings that I had about my first car, a Chevelle. This is that, to me, driving any car is the easy way out. I’d much rather be riding a much beloved bicycle. The problem is that here, the distances between places do not lend themselves to this. Well, my job involves driving a car and I am grateful to have this one. This is a detail I ought to remember.

So what does this all add up to? It is easier to add than it is to subtract. And it is easier to multiply than it is to divide. There are no losses when you add or multiply. And when you subtract or divide, you cut your losses. Think about it.

Next: 155. 6/6/23: When words Escape Me