Sheep are called Little Doggies. Are goats also called Little Doggies? It’s good to have something to wonder about. Without something to wonder about, our lives would be dull and boring. The quest for answers propels us through the daily stratosphere.

I have an ongoing narrative that I work on every night, in my head, when I can’t sleep. I have been working on this narrative for fifteen years. Characters come and go and go and come. Like a soap opera, it does not make much sense if looked at in its entirety.

Pete and Rainbow drive the AlCan

There are settings, a veterinary clinic, and a veterinary hospital, and now a retired horse park. The main character, who died a while back, figured out how to fly and taught others. There is more, but this is all so unplausible that I am not going to provide additional details.

The flying. It gets very windy in Palmer, and the main wind tunnel is located in front of the Palmer Post Office. So I tell people it’s a good place to practice flying – just kick your legs back and let the wind pick you up. I then demonstrate, sort of. I do not say this is how my central characters do this.

I sometimes wonder if perhaps I should have gotten up in the middle of the night and written this book. Too bad, for now it’s gone, gone, gone.

I should write a book with blank pages and call it gone, gone, gone.
Pete just interrupted my almost stream of thought by telling me that generator X is on its lips. These are my words. I say this means that it’s elliptical. We are waiting, waiting, waiting to get an inverter for Generator Y, which is in the shop.

Gravity is a drag, and so is reality.

Of which. Today I met my deadline. I raised the bar and submitted my article about my visit with Lisa Murkowski and also a short piece about the quilt guild silent auction, which is going to benefit the Bright Lights Book Project. I felt focused while writing, a very good sign.

I then did some administrative work for the book project, a volunteer spreadsheet and an executive director’s report for the Tuesday meeting.

Then, the high point of my day. The sun was low in the sky when I took (in order) Tyra, Hrimmi, and Raudi for walks around the loop. Tyra still has the splats, but she seems to be energetic and chipper. The same with the other two. Dusk, Raudi concerned about the neighbor’s Halloween motif with its blinking lights and the other neighbor’s junkers by the road and clatter and banging up by their house.

If she was younger, she’d have bolted. She thought about this, but the thought did not manifest itself.

And once again, I thought, these are really wonderful horses.

Sassy is in season. Tail switching. Tonight we might take her to meet the man. I wonder what goats think of such things. Horses enjoy sex, but chickens, less so.

Next: 307. 11/11/24: A Goat for all Seasons