Is losing items what makes us losers? If so, I qualify. Right now it’s a double whammy. My cell phone and my keys are missing. I know the keys are in the house somewhere because I drove my vehicle home and would not have been able to do this if I hadn’t had the keys. The cell phone – I don’t know. . .

And Pete can’t seem to find a book, on the subject of chess, that he listed on eBay. What a sorry lot we are around here.

The dogs, horses, chickens, goats, they never lose anything. This is because they don’t have thumbs. Now I do not want to give up my thumbs – they have been a constant my entire life.

I can type without them, but I could not tie my shoelaces.

It was another long day in the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. It did go as planned – the high school volunteers categorized books and then cleaned the ones that I scrounged from Thirifter’s Rock.

I forgot to bring boxes with me to Thrifter’s Rock. Crumb bum – the boxes that they gave me for this purpose were too large to lift, so I filled them individually, shopping cart to car.

Then in unloading one of the bottoms of one of the boxes broke. The contents spilled onto the sidewalk. It was raining. I let lose with some very healthy expletives, got two smaller boxes, loaded up the books and then continued on with my day, remembering that I could not change the circumstance, just my response to it.@#$%^&*.

The guys scrounged from Black Birch books. And Pete is going to pick up more books in the middle of next week. He’ll get them from Title Wave and from a private donation.

The high schoolers, Melissa and Alexi – they were quite content to clean books and talk amongst themselves while I assisted Christine in categorizing the literacy books.

I also assisted Robert in getting his seven boxes of books ready for distributing in Wasilla.

I’m not sure why but after I always find myself having to straighten up after everyone leaves. I will not be able to do this in the early evening much longer because darkness is impinging. It is dark at 8:00 a.m. and at 8:00 p.m. now.

I would like to take a vacation, and if in the U.S. go to New Mexico. And if overseas, to Iceland. I suspect that I’d like Scotland even more, but the Icelandic horses are in Iceland. Problem is, I’d most likely find a horse that I liked and start looking for a way to bring it home.

Virginia Crawford went there (she was Raudi’s breeder) and she came home with six. She had them shipped to the U.S. At the time, they may have had a quarantine station in California. It would be way cool if they had one in Alaska. It would then be a quick trip to pick up my horse. Instead, they quarantine in New York, at Kennedy International Airport.

Ahh, but if like me, you don’t have an income, you can only dream of such things. I do dream big – I wonder, if I had a lot of money, would I cease to dream and just purchase things right and left?

Next: 268. 10/5/25: Partial Loser