All day I have felt like I have been in a dream, one that never concluded. I pause, having now reread this sentence several times. How is it that we wake and recall dreams, but know that they aren’t real? This is a mystery to me, and maybe it’s something that I ought not think too hard about.

It wasn’t that I was groggy or in a fog. It was just an odd feeling, one that I felt when I was less preoccupied with other things. And for the most part, today I was preoccupied. The day began with Pete and me doing an online interview with Jaida, who very well might be our AmeriCorps volunteer and our staff person. It was not that she was fully qualified to do all that needs to be done, but rather, that she was enthusiastic and willing to learn new things.

She said she likes to camp and will drive her car to Alaska. Hearing this, I felt protective of her. I want her to fit in and for her to feel at home here. And I think that when others meet her that they will feel similarly.

Busy bees

Pete and I went to the hotel– he left his car at the adjacent automotive shop last night. He worked on school stuff, and I first distributed books and then picked up more at the Family Promise Thrift store. Then I returned to the hotel and unpacked the two boxes of children’s books as well as the nine boxes of books that Bill picked up yesterday at Title Wave Books.

I moved right along because, as planned, a woman from Head Start came and picked up Dr. Suess Books. I was supposed to return a phone call after that, but the woman sent me an email and said that she was unavailable. Later, at 3:30 p.m., Heather, who teaches third grade and is bringing these students to the hotel on a field trip on Friday, stopped in for a visit. We did a little bit of planning, which set my mind at ease a bit.

After this, Pete and I drove our separate vehicles home and then got online for a meeting with some of the BLBP board members and Mike Walsh of the Foraker Group. I said that I’d vowed that I wouldn’t say anything, that I’d turn off the proverbial tap, but then I began talking. I talked more than I’d ever before talked at an online meeting. Well, sad to say, this project is my life, and I know how things should go. Mike and Pete’s support emboldened me. Yes, this is what happened. Funny how we figure out things in the process of writing. . .

I mentioned all that I’ve been doing to him, and to the BLBP board members who are unaware of this. And, well, it is impressive.

But I am obviously overtired which is why I feel like I’m in a dream state.

Tomorrow, I am going to stay home and ride horses. I must recover my balance.

Next: 56. 2/26/25: Partially in Balance