Tuesdays are my most busy day of the week. I cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. If every day were like this, I would be exhausted. I can’t even say that I’m exhausted today. It would be cumulative. Imagine it though, getting paid for what I do, and have every day of the week be like today.

Today, as usual, I first went to the Palmer Senior Center and distributed books. A breakthrough. I established communications with the commodities maven – the one who keeps track of who gets what, in what number. We have adjoining tables. Today Alicia came over and started talking to me about how much her children read. We had a good subsequent conversation

Busy

After, I went to the Palmer Lions Club weekly meeting – and I made a pitch for the book project. The president is an eye roller. I ignore him.

Then it was on to the hotel, where a handful of volunteers were hard at work by the time I arrived. I always feel awkward when I walk into the former banquet room of the historic Eagle hotel and others are already there. I am the one who makes decisions – sometimes I wonder as to what my degree of investment would be if I wasn’t the one who started this project.

Even if it went no further – what has happened has been nothing short of amazing. In addition to the cadre of volunteers, the woman who is in charge of the senior training program stopped by and went over all the dictates with our one employee. She stressed that ours is a training program, not a source of employment, and that in time, the expectation would be that we would hire this individual.

Our one employee explained that operating grants are hard to come by – and that I’d first need to be paid. What I did not say was what Pete so aptly said the other day, which was that we’ll just continue to plod along – he did not say how long we’d plod or what might happen. I guess that plodding is plodding.

I went back to the chiropractor. He said that he’d like to give a talk in September on “care and feeding of the spine,” which would be about ergonomics. He also said that given there is not going to be State Fair Parade, that he was going to organize one himself, and maybe pass out candy. I added that I’d be up for passing out books.

We could bill it as the world’s smallest Alaska State Fair Parade.

I returned to the hotel, worked for a while, and then came home. I took Hrimmi for a ride, and then after dinner, Pete rode Tyra and I rode Raudi.

I think that because my stirrups were too short, that my S.I. joint started to bother me. The other issue right now is not an issue.
Tomorrow will be a less jam packed day. Or so I am thinking.

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