This morning I got up and dressed and went outside to tend to the animals. I could hear the rain on the roof, even without my hearing aids. It was raining fairly heavily, but it was not overly cold.

It rained some all day. I was in the in the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. Then I came home and went outside to tend to the animals.

It was a rain sandwich today. The horses are hanging out in their shelter, and I am making sure that they are in clean environs. The same with the chicken and goats. The animal count right now is three horses, two dogs, two goats, and one chicken. I liked it better when it was three, three, three.

I am going to work towards that end. On Sunday we may get two more chickens or a chicken and a rooster or two roosters. Now if we get one or more roosters, and they are noisy or mean, they will have to go. This is a risk I am taking. I just do not believe that animals that are socialized or partially socialized should be slaughtered.

Yesterday, a volunteer said that she did not like the label radical leftist, which is what all of us who are non-Republicans are now being called. Now me, I have no problem at all with this term – in my mind, defined, a radical leftist is an individual who believes in the concept of democracy and the importance of upholding this concept. I say, in a democracy, that roosters ought not be slaughtered. Also, trees should not be cut down. Moose and bear and wolves should not be shot. Let’s continue with vaccine research and let scientists do their job.

Ahh, right now our country is being run by sick, very sick politicians. I am working to right that which is wrong by getting books into the hands of appreciative readers. This is a path that has chosen me. So sometimes it’s one step forward, then another, then two steps backwards.

Today two women who were cleaning books attempted to sign me up to buy and use life patches, small white patches that rejuvenate stem cells. I was organizing boxes of duplicate books – purposely working near their table so that they could ask me questions – which they did. Yesterday I worked at the children’s book cleaning table. I recalled that these patches were popular at the Icelandic Horse Farm – this in my mind lends validity to the notion that the patches work.

I am not going to purchase and use these patches. But I am going to pass this information to others. The woman advocating this has Multiple Sclerosis as does our friend Sean’s wife Sharon and Pete’s brother in law Dave. Now if they try this and it helps, well then, I will give this a go.

My life has never been dull. And it sure is not dull now.

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