Still a tad bit chilly out though the horses seem energized by the brisk weather. This morning, I got Raudi out, we rode Siggi’s trail. This was right after her breakfast, so she wasn’t diving for the greens. And she moved right along on the trail, which is drying up. On the way home, I stopped her and gave her a vigorous shoulder scratch. She curled up her lip and went ahh. She usually is indifferent to this. Oh, and I took her up Jim’s Road, to the base of hill and she cantered nicely. She didn’t cough. I remain pleased about this.

Alys at school district wearhouse

This evening Pete rode Hrimmi and I rode Tyra. The horses most like going out with one another, particularly these two. What a good pair. I was really tired, but I knew the mares needed to go out. And I am relieved because it appeared for a while as though my interest in horses was waning. Tomorrow I may even do some agility with them.

Zach is coming to do physical exams tomorrow. I think all will get a clean bill of health and all will behave. All are nearly shedded out – Hrimmi still has a ways to go. Best to have the horses examined at the end of the shed season because they then all look good.

They’ve made the transition from ponies to horses – this is a yearly thing that happens about now.

I just want to be riding. I wish the book project was a winter project; this way I’d ride less and shlepp and sort more.

The rest of my day’s activities took place in between rides, no surprise. I arrived at the hotel at 1:00 p.m. for book intake. Books went out then came back. I next went with Pete to the Mat-Su School District warehouse. Pete hauled back three tables and a cabinet that I thought was going to be a drop box. I remarked to Pam that with all this stuff we are getting entrenched. There can be no leaving in a day’s time.

The warehouse is looking near barren. They’ve gotten rid of the hundreds of boxes of textbooks that they used to have on hand. They have managed to hang onto the children and young adult books and had a surplus sale. After, there were still enough books to pass on to us. There were some there in which the subject matter, teen sex, welfare, and violence were off-putting to me. It would not have been this way if I’d been feeling better. I think that I was tired. I did feel like I was going through the motions of getting things done.

I returned with Pete to the hotel, assisted in unloading the boxes of books, then took off cross town for Taekwondo class. I thought, coming and going, wow, I am now driving twice a week on the Palmer-Wasilla Highway. This is actually a pretty big deal.

Enormous changes at the last minute, apt, even though a title of Grace Paley’s short stories.

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