I spent the last hour and a half working on Shelf Life, on the chapter in which the board calls my actions regarding the resignation of a BLBP board president into question. The purpose of this chapter is actually about my realization that Pete has been very supportive of my efforts, something that up until now I have taken for granted. I am now at the part in which I indicate this. This, I am thinking, will be far easier to write than about that dog awful meeting.

History keeps repeating itself – Pete continues to assist in pulling the BLBP cart by listening to me when I’m feeling overwhelmed. And I am right now. The truth be known I’ve been pushing BLBP stuff to the side of my plate and instead focusing on Shelf Life. The work has continued to pile up. I am going to have to set aside Shelf Life and resume working on BLBP matters.

Hrimmi ready to help clear down trees from the trail

I set aside both last night. I first spent time with Cathy, the artist in residence, and we brainstormed about getting an art exhibit/small gallery going. On the one hand, I do see that this is going to be more work for me. But on the other hand, this is going to be good work.

After, Pete and I went to Wasilla and spent time with friends at a Chinese/Japanese restaurant. It was interesting, I talked some with Mabel, an acquaintance who I had not seen in some time. She filled me in on what had happened a few years previously – she had run into community-related problems in attempting to refurbish two pianos, and also ran into problems in attempting to relocate them. What I learned in talking with her was that you cannot trust hearsay.

The fireworks near the restaurant were cancelled, but we saw some on the drive home.

There were fireworks here, across the way, over on Ridge Runner Circle, which is now a subdivision. We were, at the time, watching an Abbott and Costello movie in our bedroom theatre. We sit on our memory foam mattress and sometimes watch videos on a small wide screen. I glanced over my shoulder when I heard popping. I didn’t see much.

I was concerned about the horses – this is the first year in which they’ve had a major display across the way. Pete checked in on them after the video and said they were okay.

This morning I could tell that there had been some general upsettedness. The horse poop was at the top of the enclosure, and the horses, particularly Raudi, were reluctant to go down to the driveway side of the fencing, and out the gate.
I assured them that all was okay by giving them extra hay. Like it or not, we communicate with animals by shoveling food down their throats.

We will shortly be headed to Anchorage and will spend the afternoon and early evening with our friends Brian and Judy.

I did not do as I’d hoped and write about my plans for the upcoming year. Just too busy recounting the events of the last day of the old year and the first day of the new year.

Next: 2. 1/2/26: Gone Brood