It happens a lot. That I don’t have words to describe things, mainly because I am overwhelmed by the information that’s put before me. It also happens because of memory loss. The pauses between sentences are now longer. Sometimes I just forget what I’m to say next. I can’t hold thoughts very well.

Last night I wrote about fretting about what I had to do today. Of course, now that the day is over, I feel as though the challenges were not as formidable as I first thought. Actually, they were formidable, but I took them on one at a time, so I was able to deal with enormous and miniscule tasks, accordingly.

Okay. So I arrived late at the hotel. I was supposed to be there at 10 a.m., which I knew was going to be a stretch – and I was right. I ended up getting there at 10:39 a.m. Oh oh. I could tell that staffers were not happy. Actually, they were unhappy. I didn’t tell them that I have a lot to do in the mornings, so getting up and out early is near impossible.

They were sitting at the table with their computers open, just waiting for me. I pulled my computer out of its case and opened it up and said, “Where did we leave off yesterday afternoon?” I think that kora was expecting a long-winded story, which she did not get.

Here’s the deal. You apologize for things like this and you are giving the other person or persons power. I did this a lot this summer and this is why in the end they had lost all their respect for me.

We finished curriculum planning and then packed it up and headed over to A-Moosement Park. There we set up the area for the horse transportation lesson. A woman and her grandchild showed up, and was followed by Rebekah, a mother of four. Kora began reading the Biblioburro, and then Pete pulled into the lower parking lot with the horse trailer. Perfect timing.

He ended up bringing Tyra instead of Hrimfara because Hrimmi didn’t want to get in the trailer. When he told me this, I thought, oh oh he is reinforcing a bad behavior. It’s going to be harder next time, to get her into the trailer.

The children filled their satchels with books. I put books in Tyra’s pack bags. Our first stop was the Kid’s Kupboard table – there the volunteer, a large woman lacking in curiosity, watched as we filled the Kid’s Kupboard book crate. We continued on to the A-Moosement Park little library and filled it with satchel and pack books.

Mike, the kindergarten teacher – he knew exactly what to tell the children – and so he kept them in order. Pretty amazing to watch him tell the kids, “Okay, now if you have white shoelaces, put your book in the box.”

The afternoon was uneventful. We interviewed a woman who will be my assistant – and I hung out with Cathy, our artist in residence, for some time.

Now I have tomorrow to fret about. My day would be easier if it rained; this way I would not have to attend Friday Fling/Farmer’s Market.

Next: 212. 8/9/26: Composing a Life