The best thing about living where we live is that we have fresh air that in spring, summer, and fall, smells good. I suppose that some are griping about the fact that it’s been a rainy spring and it appears as though it’s going to be a rainy summer. I am glad it’s been rainy because this has kept the fire danger low. I used to worry about Tinni and wonder what we’d do if the smoke got bad.

I also wondered what we’d do if there was fire danger, us then having four horses and a three horse trailer. We now have three horses, so we’d load them all up and take off. But no fire danger is a very good thing.

It’s also easier to get inside work done when the weather’s supposedly crappy. This was the case today. Today, early on, Milena assisted me in sorting the nonfiction books, and later Rebekah continued to sort and categorize the children and young adult nonfiction books.

I like the conversations that take place when volunteers sort, clean, and categorize books. There is no drama, no backbiting. Usually the conversations center around the books themselves or like books, today being a good example of this.

Milena brought her young dog with her to work. A good dog, but still a dog. He pooped on the carpet, and he is teething. However, he did very well at keeping himself amused. I want the work site to remain kid and dog friendly – just like Dairy Queen.

I moved about one-third of the nonfiction books to the far wall area, so now there are two long walkways -- Rebecca said something really astute when I groused about not being able to get back into the building when I got locked out. I remarked that I didn’t like locks. She said that the problem was that I didn’t like being impeded. She was right, as she often is. Yes, I just like to keep going and do not like to be slowed down by man-made obstacles, such as locked doors.

So I moved many, many boxes, chortling at times because I have gotten so good at using the dolly/hand cart. It’s solid, just like the new stool.

I hope that we are entering a new era as far as the book project goes. This will be the era in which I don’t have to move books as often. Right now, it feels a bit onerous because I am in the midst of a major move. At least I’m not having to move appliances or bulky furniture. I thought I gave up on doing that but unfortunately, I am still asked at times to help out with such things.

I feel sorry for large guys. They have no choice but to do the old heave ho when asked.

I have found myself thinking a lot about my friend Fran – she moves twice a year, from her winter to her summer place and from her summer to her winter place. She and her daughter Sarah have a lot of heave ho to do.

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