These days, I have a spring in my step for about eight hours. Then it is gone. I start out, bouncing around in the mornings when I clean the horse pen. But I end the day dragging my sorry ass around when I clean the horse pen.

A few months ago, I was dragging morning and evening. This is because it was dark and cold. Now its light and warm. This morning, when I looked out the window, I could see the buds on the trees. Tonight, they were starting to bloom.

I can see the green haze and green grass in town. Up here, the tree limbs are bare and the ground is brown. There are also snow patches here and there, sort of what you see on distant mountains. I see the patches and I think of Orcas, killer whales, who have patches on the base of their heads. Supposedly, each patch is different. There are bare patches around trees, encircled by snow. This is because the thirsty trees drink the ground water.

Yesterday I listened to a radio program in which a woman plant scientist explained that plants have remarkable survival abilities. She added that the much acclaimed book, The Secret Life of Plants, which came out in 1973, was a setback for the plant science community because it did not contain enough quantitative research. I wish she’d said that the author’s findings complemented those doing this science based research.

Young Hrimmi and Signy eat hay out of a box

I knew that today would be a long and very busy day. Tuesdays generally are this way. The day began with my attending the senior center reading group. We discussed the Last Bookstore in Paris. The discussion was lively and ongoing. I next went and laid out books on the tables at the Palmer Senior Center. I just had this idea. Next time, I am going to take National Geographics and give them to those sitting at the tables.

Taylor, the artist in residence, and the commodities coordinator, got 86ed by the Palmer Senior Center Administration. A terrible thing, and I am thinking about going to the administration and talking with them about this.

On to the Lions Club weekly meeting. I let all know that there will be books at the Kid’s Kupboard distribution sites this summer. I also said that the Buggee Park Little Library will get a much-needed paint job. And later, I learned that Beacon Hill has “gifted” us a little library. I do not know where we will put it.

Then on to the hotel where I assisted volunteers/volunteers assisted me in doing BLBP stuff. There has been a slight change in attitude – the board members/volunteers are scrambling to figure out what needs to be done before Pete and I take off for a month.

Then on to a meeting with the head of Chung’s Taekwondo and the head of the Northern Lights Church. We had hoped that the head person would go for the idea of our making the mind/body connection in their gym. The fellow in charge was more interested in learning about our literacy project than he was about the martial arts program. By this time, the spring in my step was long gone. It will be back tomorrow.

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