‘Tis Spring. It’s still a bit chilly, but otherwise, it is spring. The rains are now soft, and I suspect that we are beyond the time when it’s going to snow. I like going outside and being able to walk to the horse enclosure and not getting mired in snow or have to break a trail. I like not slipping around on the driveway ice. I like being able to use bare hands to open gates and buckle halters. I like not having to put on multiple layers. I like not having to shovel snow.

I guess that if there was no winter, in spring there would be no basis for comparison.

The horses now seem a bit more limber. Tonight, Pete rode Tyra and I rode Hrimmi. She wasn’t diving for grass near as often. Pete said that Tyra didn’t go for the grass at all. It could have been because both horses had had their dinners and had full bellies.

It was indeed a wonderful ride, and if the weather holds, there will be more. And we have three more weeks of increasing daylight. That’s the best part.

We are putting Tyra on a stronger drug than the dewormer for her gut issue. I hate doing this, but we are running out of alternatives. Pete will keep his eye on her, and if she goes off of her feed, he will take her off the drug. I don’t feel good about this, but then I don’t feel good about the copious amounts of water that are spilling out of her butt. No fun cleaning her up, either.

Everyone who came into the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel was in a good mood today. And it was a steady stream of people including three women who are interns at the Palmer Muskox Farm. The latest crop of babies have book genre names – and I have a lot of children’s muskox books, so I am going to see about going over there and doing a story time session.

I was worried last night that I would not get the materials ready for this week’s Friday Fling. I managed to do this in between doing other things, so it should go okay. This does remind me that I need to put together packets for giving out to people. There are always going to be things that are forgotten. . .

I packed up books for all the distributors but didn’t have time myself to go and do distributing.

My common refrain – had anyone told me that my giving out a few books would lead to its being a major project, I would not have believed them. There. I finally articulated what I’ve been thinking for some time.

There was some luck involved, and considerable follow through. Right now we have a lot of books coming in – I had been concerned because for a while we were low on books and none were coming in.

My infected implant seems to be responding to antibiotics. Or rather, I am cautiously optimistic.

Next: 146. 5/29/26: May, a Month of Waiting