What a lovely word, equinox. If I were to get another horse, maybe a yellow dun, I would name it equinox. Such things come to be if I envision them. I don’t think that everyone is this way.

What I envision is within reason. The biggest thing, literally, that I have ever envisioned is owning the Eagle Hotel.

We have now spilled out into the hallway. The art gallery is up and today the high schoolers, Melissa and Alexi, put up some of Cathy’s artwork and moved the Butte Elementary student thank you letters and dinosaur paintings to the side and adjoining the art gallery space.

Horses waiting for breakfast

I’m still wonderous about how the art gallery space came to be. It was the end result of brainstorming. Pete picked up the corkboard at Office Depot, and after, Cathy the artist in residence put several coats of paint on it, and then Pete and Robert hung it. And the 4 X 6 board fit perfectly in this space. Who woulda thunk it?

The art and corkboard are in the lobby, so those who come and go stop and look at it.

This was something that Cathy and I envisioned. Now that I think of it, the books going to Kenya were also a part of a multi-person vision. Me. Alexi, Melissa, and Martha over in Africa. How else to explain this?

The only thing that is keeping Pete from envisioning the BLBP hotel is the fact that he thinks that he would then need to be the maintenance person. The problem is that he can’t envision a maintenance person. If I could get him over this hump, well then, we’d be golden.

The only way in which there is going to be money available for this purchase is if it falls from the sky. This is as much a distinct possibility as anything else.

I watch the good parcels of land in Palmer go to places like North Rim bank, and I think – do we really need more banks in this town? At last count there were seven of them. I think we need more garden space. I wonder if it’s too late – tearing down U-Haul and making a huge community garden.

I wonder a lot of things. The equinox approaching, a good thing. Tonight I got home at 5:30 p.m., ate dinner and then had time to clean the horse pen in the daylight, and also brush Hrimmi.

I just need to extricate myself from the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel and get home and ride.

Writing hasn’t been happening. Nor has math. The reality is, there just isn’t enough time in the day and the night to get everything done. Even the list of priorities is getting crumpled.

As tired as I am, and I am very tired, I suspect that I will wake up tonight and write up a list of things to do. This is because what just came to mind was our getting the story book walk project together.

I did it. As tired as I was, I got this dispatch written.

Next: 74. 3/15/26: This too Shall Pass