We have names for four seasons, winter, spring, summer, fall. However, the seasons in between the seasons do not have names. Right now, we are experiencing spring/winter, or spinter; or winter/spring wring. Today, for example, light snow most of the day (winter) with a cloudy but far lighter sky (spring).

Winter will soon release her grasp. The light is coming back – today, after coming home from work, I was able to get Hrimmi out first, then the dogs. In the next few weeks, I’ll be able to get all the animals out in the early evening.

I had a job to do today, and I did it. After Pete left for school, I headed to the Meeting House where I first sorted, then put the kids’ books that were on the long table on the shelves in the library room. I then sorted books that were in the library room and got them shelved. All the while, I was setting books on the table in the church room. We are taking these boxed books to the Knik Charter School on Friday.

Overbite

Altogether, there are now 21 boxes of books headed to this alternative school. Twenty-seven boxes of books have now arrived in Utqiaġvik. I have three boxes that I’m mailing, two are going to a village and one to New York – so all altogether, 51 boxes of books are going out in two weeks’ time.

I did all I did while still in pain. Yesterday the dentist drilled up into the bone and then put a post where he drilled. I was not given enough nitrous – just a smidgeon. I needed much more. All I could think was that “I am here, and I know what’s going on and I don’t like it.” If I’d been given more nitrous, I would not have cared. That’s the point, isn’t it? The idea is to go as far away in your head in such instances as you possibly can.

I get anxious about going to the dentist long in advance of going to the dentist. This stands to reason. The news is never good, and the following treatment is worse.

After, it takes me several days before I feel less anxious about this. I then start to fret about my next, upcoming appointment.

Today though, aside from the pain, I felt okay. Three crowns will now go on the three posts. There isn’t going to be any more drilling. And this time, the dentist was optimistic about the bone being strong enough for the crown, whereas, before he was pessimistic about the same, my last appointment.

Why me? Lots of people are now asking themselves this question. Actually, this is a question nearly everyone, at some point in their life asks themselves.

On the home front, not all is well with the well pump. The problem has Pete, who is a pretty good trouble shooter, stymied. I understand his frustration – my problem is that I can’t picture what he’s talking about. This is frustrating for me, just in a differing way than its frustrating for him. He has to deal.

Next: 61. 3/2/23: I figured it Out – Affirmation is Key