This now is not a cold, brutal rain, but a warm spring rain. In just a few days the sun will come out and dry out the ground and the grass will appear. The leaves will appear on the trees, and the birds will be back.

I cleaned the pen tonight. It’s good that we kept it clean because it is muddy but not manure muddy. And the mud is not that deep. In some places there is still snow pack, but it’s not that deep.

It’s grey and bleak out, but my spirits are up because two BLBP issues are on their way to being resolved. And if they are resolved, more doors are going to open.

My friend Hally said today at the Chamber of Commerce meeting that afterwards there was talk about how running nonprofits has gotten harder because more time is being spent fundraising. I would add to this getting more volunteers. Considering this, the BLBP is doing well.

The catch for me is that I was not a part of this conversation. I had to hurry back to the former banquet room of the historic Eagle hotel because I didn’t have anyone there to greet the afternoon volunteers. So it seemed like my going to this meeting was almost counter-productive.

I am not fretting now about the BLBP, but rather about my health related blood test results. I would like for everything to be fine, but I think that not everything is fine. Fretting is something that I do too well. I mean, I do know that this is nothing I can do anything about. But then I feel my chest tighten and this being followed by speculation about what might be wrong. This is a life-long habit, and one that I have not been able to break. My life has always been filled with uncertainty, so this then is a consequence.

My tooth infection seems like it might be clearing up, and my esophageal problem seems to be less severe. So now is there something else in the wings? I feel like I’ve been paying my dues. Ptooey.

If it wasn’t raining, and it is now raining hard, I would be outside riding horses. If the rain stops and the sun shines, well then I will be back on the trails again.

The price of gas will have to go very, very high in order for ATVers to stay off the trails. Diesel is expensive, but this is not keeping drivers from being out on the roads in their big rigs.

We (here I go, getting on my soap box again) live in a very wealthy country – there are some who are very poor and some who are very rich, but those in between, and this is the majority, are doing just fine.

Pete will be home shortly. One more day of classes, one week of exams and he will have the summer off. So strange to think of him retiring. He’s not that old.

Next: 111. 4/23/26: Leaving Computer behind in the Eagle Hotel