I am more than entertaining the thought of moving. It’s a long winter here, too long. And it’s difficult riding horses. I would like to be someplace where I could ride year around – Iceland, I could not ride there year around, but there would be plenty of trails. The problem is, and it is a very big problem, I could not take my Icelandic mares with me. I suspect that other people have this problem. I wonder if any Icelandic horses have been snuck into the country. I don’t know how they might have gotten them there, but there they remained.
A very difficult day on the homestead, what with it being so cold, the generator ceased to work. No generator means no power, which means no water. I had just enough water on hand when Pete got home. He went outside and two seconds later was back inside, saying that he had gotten the generator to work.
How come I could not fix the thing? And how come I was not able to get the internet to work? Well, I instead sat around while twiddling my thumbs. Pete also got the internet to work.
So everything here is somewhat back on track.
It was a hectic morning. I passed books off to a woman from the military base. She was extremely grateful. Then I met our Foraker consultant at Turkey Red Restaurant, and we had lunch. It was like someone pulled the cork off the champagne bottle – I just could not stop talking. I had hoped to remain quiet, but instead I found myself blabbering about the BLBP. This, I later realized, is a man who has seen it all and knows how to deal. He just let me blabber, so he didn’t have to blabber.
I next set aside eight copies of The Purpose Driven Life for a member of the Kawanis Organization.
Most of the fraternal organizations have animal names, so I wonder what a Kiwanis is.
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