Always, there are decisions to be made. I didn’t have as many decisions to make before I took on the book project. I got up, wrote, rode, and read. It was a very good life.

Is it as good a life now as it was then? Sometimes it’s better. And sometimes it’s worse. Sometimes, I have more decisions to make, actually none of which are momentous.

Today, decided to get up at 8:00 a.m. and conduct a Zoom call. I made decisions as I was talking about getting books to Kenya. I realized that I am the one in charge, that two juniors in high school can’t be expected to make the necessary logistical connections. There may be some out there who can do this, but I’ll bet the majority get adult support. Then, when their projects succeed, the adults step back and let the teenagers get the credit. It’s a part of the deal.

So I wrote an email that Martha, who is in Kenya, may use in attempting to get the Kenyan Rotary involved. And I had the two teenagers at this end edit it and give me feedback. I thought, as they did, that their involvement is a literacy-based activity.

It may be that we’ll be unable for one reason or another to get books to Kenya. I have the connections, but we are going to need for fate to step in and lead the way.

Lots of decisions involved in getting this going, for sure.

I left the house and decided to drop books off at Family Treasurers because we have too many books in the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. The books that I put on their shelves may be ones that will be of interest to thrift store patrons. I think that they’d go slower off our shelves, if at all.

I next went to the hotel and made several book-related decisions, mainly putting them where they’d be most accessible. The high schoolers arrived as I was doing this – I had them clean several boxes of books that came in, in the past few days. They were happy – it was again a festive place.

Today’s visitors included three volunteers, and a woman who dropped off several boxes of books. She came to town all the way from Houston. She said, and this made me happy, that the Mat-Su Borough School District is pleased and supports what we are doing.

A former board member came in and dropped off several bags of pulp fiction books, all by the same author. She should have known better than to do this. And I should have known better than to let her get away with this. I did pull the books out that had a Christmas related theme. The rest, I will send to the recycling center.

The latter was notable in that I refrained from making a decision, which was to tell this woman to put it where the sun doesn’t shine. Well, she won’t get away with this again.

This is a really flimsy dispatch. I am not going to write it over. This, in itself, is a decision.

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