It’s 6:00 p.m. and there is just enough light to allow me, if need be, to clean the horse pen without a headlight. The sky now is blue with white/gray contrasting clouds. This means I can leave the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel at 4:00 p.m. and get home and have enough time to go for a horseback ride.

Pete and I did get out today – we rode Tyra and Raudi around the loop, up Jim’s Road, and down to Siggi’s trail. There’s fresh pow, so the snowmobilers were out. Sometimes when I think about things being right in the world, I think about how there has to be a change in attitude of those who ride motorized vehicles on the trails. How about going cross country skiing or going for a walk, dude?

Raudi felt good, she wanted to move out on the road. Not so much on the trail where there was heavy snowpack.

After, I took Hrimmi for a walk around the loop because I didn’t have the stamina to ride her. I have a head cold and was having acid reflux issues. Right now I feel better. There is no cure for the common cold, it has to run its course, which can be a short or a long distance. I think this cold’s course is going to be for a short distance.

Good to spend time with the horses – I am going to try to get home early tomorrow so I can ride before dark.

This morning I worked on my Shelf Life introduction and first two chapters. I thought that I’d just be copy editing, but I ended up making some revisionary changes. I should go over my second chapter again.

I hate waiting, but I’m waiting on Pete, who will look it over. I’m waiting on Pete to put together the flier for the upcoming Beer Fundraiser. I’m waiting on him to assist me in putting together letters for sponsorship for the Orchestra benefit. I’m waiting, waiting, waiting, and I do not like it.

While I waited, I attempted to do my math homework. I do not understand square roots, exponents, and radicals. I think I am close to understanding all this. It’s possibly way simpler than I think. I don’t have the big picture, and I don’t have the little picture. I don’t have any picture at all. I could use a good math book, and perhaps I will find one tomorrow. Even a not so good math book will suffice. I have here before me a Basic Math and Pre-Algebra cliff notes book. It is no help at all.

Time to throw up my hands and say that I gave math a try. But if I get this, well I will then be able to learn algebra. I wonder why in school I didn’t learn this square roots stuff. What I do like about it is that it is tidy. Tidy is something I admire although I am not in any way shape or form a tidy person. I have thought a lot about this, and I have come to the conclusion that this is because I move too fast. I dash from one thing to the next, and don’t pick up behind myself. Picking up behind myself is boring.

Waiting is also boring.

Time’s up. Time to move on and tackle some other near impossible project.