There it came. There it went. July, more rainy than June. The days grew shorter, and now as we go into August, we have dark again descend. The leaves on the trees are dark green, and the fireweed is just a week from peaking.

I will aways remember July as the month in which Pete and Tyra successfully completed the unsanctioned, local competitive trail ride. I will always remember seeing her moving fast, both days, towards the finish line. She was a horse in good condition.

Stocking the Sherrod box

August 1 –it started out as an ideas day. I am slowly getting the literacy program in order. I emailed a 4-H group and am hoping that the members will assist me in passing out books on Alaska State Fair parade day. I also corresponded with a woman named Clyde who is going to be the facilitator for a BLBP class, pregnant women read to their future offspring. I also began work on locating readers for our seniors read to kids and parents read to kids program. I’d like for there to be a miracle and be able to do the Seniors read to Kids program at the Palmer Senior Center.

It all seemed to be going well. Then my hip seized up midday. I’d done my body work, but this time this did no good. I leaned over and was brushing Raudi’s legs. I felt the pain that accompanies this very strange occurrence. I slowly walked back up to the house, bent over perpendicular to my legs, and again laid down on my gymnastics mat, of course cursing. As soon as Pete had a moment (he was processing fish) he shook my legs out.

A shower, some Ibuprofen, and I was able to walk again. I was by then only slightly hunched over.

I drove to the hotel – and by the time I left was three quarters of the way better. I talked with a woman who is going to assist us with our literacy program – she introduced herself to Pam and me, then said that she’d like to paint our windows. And we talked some about tomorrow, and what we are going to do at Friday Fling. If it rains, we decided, we will do what we do so well in the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel.

The prospect of indefinitely being unable to ride does not (no pun intended) sit well with me. So I am going to make another appointment with the chiropractor and ask him how I go about getting an MRI. I am now just plain curious about what’s going on.

Fresh salmon for dinner. All day Pete processed these fish, all 25 of whom died when he hit them over the head with a – I don’t know what. I decided salmon fishing is just one step below moose hunting.

This evening I assisted Pete in editing the two grant proposals going to the Mat-Su Health Foundation. One grant will pay the rent and the other will pay for a consultant who will help with determining the best option for a permanent home for the BLBP.

Next: 209. 8/2/24: Time and Time Again