This is a phrase that I’m hearing a lot. I’m not hearing “at the day’s end,” or “when the day ends”; rather, I’m hearing ,“at the end of the day”; of course this means having made the right choices at the conclusion the day.”

It’s just odd, I’ve heard two people use this phrase and I saw it somewhere in print.

What gives?

I have yet to find out.

By my computer, at my standing desk, I have a small brass horse, a foal, that Peggy Brown sent me. It used to be on Susan Harris, my horse mentor’s, desk. I have rubbed it shiny with my hands, and so it’s now copper colored in places and golden colored in others.

I think that Peggy sent this to me because it’s small and could fit into a package easily. She had a tough job, finding places for all Susan’s possessions, some of which included books and horse statues and horse artwork. Susan had a lot of friends, so I am sure Peggy found someone to take most everything. It was Susan’s at the end of the day.

I still miss Susan. She was my horsey connection. I keep hoping that someone else will materialize. And I hope that it is someone who lives close by.

Enough ruminating. It’s hard on the gut.

It was a quiet workday. Pete drove because it was snowing and it was blustery out. Blustery is an apt term – some snow, some wind, lots of fog.

The high schoolers had other things to do, and Robert showed up late. He talked to Pete while the two cleaned some books.

Dave Cheezum, who used to own Fireside Books, came and interviewed me. I was glad that I wasn’t writing the story about the books going to Kenya. Actually, I already did that. I first gave him the tour and then we sat down and I answered his specific questions. I gave him a lot of information, and I do mean a lot of information, about the books to Kenya program and about the program in general.

Dave is very Palmer inner circle what with having previously owned the bookstore. So his taking the time (he had no choice I just kept babbling) to talk to me was proof that this project has some substance to it.

Dave also does long distance bicycle trips, so we talked about bicycling for a while. Me, I feel like I’m a has been, but he is an active bicycle tourist. Still, talking with him brought back memories, particularly of our riding the Dempster Highway many, many years ago.

After Dave left, it was still snowing. It is easy for me to get work done when it’s miserable out. And we have created a nifty workspace in the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel. It feels really comfortable there, and of course it is hard to leave at the day’s end.

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