Another evening shot to hell because it’s again dark at altogether too early an hour. Everyone around me also seemed to be noncommittal about the fact that it snowed and rained most of the day. But tomorrow, the sun’s supposed to shine.

Another long day of work in the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. I keep thinking that I’ll soon look around and say, “huh, look, there’s nothing to do here.” This has not yet happened. Gotta happen soon. Huh. I’m going platitudinal here. A platitude is an overly obvious saying, meant to appease someone. So going platitudinal means relying a lot on the use of platitudes to make’s one point.

Alys with four hearding dogs

I woke up at 4:00 a.m. and I again got to thinking about all I needed to do on the BLBP front. And I did what I could. I worked some on getting the distribution paperwork in order then I started adding September and State Fair volunteer hours. I didn’t have single minded intensity of purpose, so I gave up on this. I’ll get back to it soon enough.
So then I began the physical labor portion of my day. I did go for a walk around the loop with Ryder and Shadow – I spent this time thinking about how I might again do things at work in a more volunteers I decided that I’d put the distributor’s books in boxes on the shelf. This was rather than having them pick out what they need. I did this, but it did take most of the afternoon. There was enough space so that I had places to put the more generic boxes of books.

I do not know how the distributors are going to feel about not being able to pick out their own books. The one who saw the new set-up was a wee bit cranky, to which I say you don’t have to be doing this. I suspect that the older people, who are more inflexible, will be very irritated. It does not take much to irritate these individuals.

Today my old friend Heather Ashe emailed me, and so I called her and we talked on the phone for a long, long time. And we will be getting together again soon.

She was my first horsey friend in Alaska and may be my last.

Pete stopped at the feed store and came home with a coat for Ryder. It’s black, as she is also. Ryder is holding her own, doing just fine on walks and pooping and peeing outside. Though she is now very, very old, she’s still eager to get out and about. . .

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