The wind has picked up again, it’s a dull roar. We are relatively sheltered here, the horses’ enclosure is downhill from the house, and the wind there is actually pretty minimal. Tonight, on the drive home from the Historic Eagle Hotel, the wind was blowing the snow to such a degree that it was, while driving, like going under a wind tunnel. I dropped my glove in the parking lot and chased it quite a ways down road. I finally put my foot on it, but I was wondering if it would elude my grasp completely.

Tyra and chickens

I am seeking a balance in all I do, including writing. This, like my glove, seems to illude me. There are horses to tend to, books to get into the hands of appreciative readers, and books to write. It’s a juggling act, and I am no juggler. I did try to juggle a number of years back, but Pete spoke disparaging of my efforts, so I gave it up. That is, the literal juggling. The figurative juggling, as the cliched expression goes, it is what it is.

Today I took Tyra for a walk. She was the first one at the enclosure gate. Raudi and Hrimmi were busy snarfing up the hay dregs. We had a good time, but I had this sense that she wanted to go farther afield. I would have taken her on a longer outing, but I didn’t have the time. I hoped when I got home that I’d get the other two out, but we did not get home until after dark.

The BLBP is an up and down proposition. My biggest challenge is now remaining flexible. This is why being the executive director is good for me. Today was a case in point. I really enjoy quietude, particularly for the first fifteen minutes after I get in the door, but not today. First, a woman who frequents the Palmer Senior Center came knocking at the door – she wanted to talk about some issues she was having with Senior Center management. She wasn’t very coherent – I got frustrated because I could not see a way into the conversation. Finally, she left.

The heat was out. One of the hotel residents, who is extremely competent, attempted to trouble shoot. He was joined by Pete and Robert who were in the middle of moving books and bookcases from the K-building to the hotel. Then Pam showed up with a lot of questions. Then, after, Cherokee, another hotel resident, came to ask me if she could get us an electric heater.

I had a lot to do, what with sorting out and putting away the books that the guys brought back to the hotel. I didn’t do well with all the disruptions because I wanted to be home writing and I also wanted to spend time with my horses.

My workday concluded with there being a lengthy meeting about the bookcase situation with Pete, Robert, and Pam. They indirectly kept me from jumping ship.

Well, I reminded myself that change is a constant, and that there will always be ups and downs, that I will in time lead a more balanced life. But not today, and certainly not tomorrow.

Next: 21. 1/21/24: Nulla Dies Sine Linea: Organization