I started this dispatch a while ago then stopped to send personal notes to people asking them to come to the Bleeding Heart Brewery fundraiser. And now it’s late. The days are long, the nights are long. On March 21 the equinox, there will be 12 hours of light and 12 hours of darkness.

In the morning here its going to be a moon eclipse – and there will be what’s called a blood moon, a moon red in color. I wonder if this all has anything to do with the fact that human beings are now fighting to the death – it has intensified – and World War III is imminent.

Now the planet may be blown to smithereens. Or the planet may be partially blown to smithereens in which case we who survive will be in mourning for the world that once was.

I of course am worried about our weak link – hay for the animals. If hay prices are too high, or hay is non-existent, we’ll have to go and cut it ourselves. Another option is to sprout barley.

I need to focus on the good – and it was a very good day. It began, of course, with my tending to the animals who I think because of the onset of more light, are aware of the seasonal change. I can’t imagine what it’s like to hang out in the dark and cold prior to the winter solstice. If they had a heated barn, I could leave the lights on and play them classical music.

Then I next made my Monday morning phone calls, which is something that I do not like doing. I never will enjoy doing this. I am not someone who enjoys spending time on the phone. No, I am not.

I called Title Wave – they have books for us. I called Dan, he will go and pick them up. Then I called the Alaska Railroad to see if we could get tickets for our April fundraiser. They said yes.

I am going to purchase many raffle tickets. I would like to go to Fairbanks and spend time with my friends Fran and Mary and Theresa. If I won, I wonder if this would be considered a conflict of interest.

Next good thing – a small thing – I went to the Palmer Pool, and it was closed for maintenance work. I saw a car pull into the parking lot and I thought, well, if I hang out, someone will let me in the building. Lo and behold, I was able to stock the bookcases with swimming books.

And the grande finale – Pete and I went to Wasilla and met with Alexi’s dad who is an accountant. Alexi works on the project on Saturdays. Court, her father, is an accountant. He listened to our very careful pitch and then when we asked for sponsorship, wrote us out a check for $2,000. I nearly started crying because this was a show of support for his daughter.

Tomorrow will be a good day. But they all can’t be this momentous.

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