They are September 7 and September 27. September 17, the date in between, is one of my least favorite days of the year since it’s my birthday. Birthdays now are just a day in which I am to acknowledge that I am another year older. We don’t live in a world in which age is revered, rather, just to be endured. Older people have one foot in the grave, and the other to soon follow suit.

I paused, and sat at the kitchen table, where I am now working, for a long time. It wasn’t that I couldn’t think of anything to write, but rather that no topics seemed like anything that I might elaborate upon.

Beautiful day today, slightly overcast. The smell of fall is in the air. It is a smell that refreshes, nevertheless; it does not do for me what spring does. Spring is the smell of rebirth. Spring is a harbinger for summer.

This morning, I worked on the thrift store grant. I thought it was pretty good, until I shared it with a former board member who, because she lacked good editing judgement, proceeded to rewrite what I’d written. It was sort of like a person taking a ball of yarn and unravelling it, then scrunching the former ball into a knot.

So tomorrow I will reconstruct the grant. I thought that I’d do this tonight, but I am too tired. I’ll finish it and my article about Hrimmi being in the parade. Then I’ll work on the Franz Bakery request.

Today, Sarah Welton, who is the pastor of the Meeting House, which is the place where we previously cleaned and stored books, put in an appearance at the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. She was looking for children’s books, which she’s going to pass out on an upcoming event day – September 21, 2024.

Sarah was previously on the Mat-Su School District School Board. Now she’s putting her energies into keeping the Meeting House Show on the Road.

She talked to all of us who were working, but didn’t offer to give a hand. This is very common. I didn’t get a chance to ask her about the 17-year-old who is running to be on the Mat-Su School Board.

I went to go swimming today, late in the afternoon, and discovered that the pool ws dddddddddddddddddddddddddd

There. I just fell asleep at the keyboard. This is how tired I am. I did not make it to the Zs, so I am not yet ready to call this dispatch good.
I just lost what I’d written, after writing the above. It was absolutely brilliant and would have added to my growing fan base. Sometimes you just have to move on.

Anyhow, Sarah had a button that said Joy, and I remarked how I wanted one. She then pulled one out of her bag for me. Joy is an interesting rhetorical attractor – wear it, and everyone will know who you are going to vote for.

Next: 244. 9/8/24: Standing Tall