The two high schooler volunteers reappeared today after a short hiatus. They sorted and cleaned books and we generally had a good time. They are both so cheerful and exude youthful energy. There is never any talk about aches and pains or growing old.

I obviously like having them around. I hope that more young people materialize. Those that do will be those who’s parents brought them up around books – and of course, such individuals see the value of reading and books.

Cursive writing is out. The young do not know how to do this. Odd, I never equated it with having to learn it – I just assumed this was something that you did because you reached a certain grade level. But no, it must have to be taught and now, instead, students are taught or prefer to use computers.

I am working at not thinking like an old person, but others assume that I do think this way. I am going to work hard to dispel the myth – and I hope that someone notices.

Yes, it felt like spring because the high schoolers have their prom next Saturday. It sounds pretty humane – one on one dating is now group dating – friends go with friends. And the junior and senior proms are at the same time.

I told Melissa and Alexi that they should call a funeral home and see if they can get a ride to the event in a hearse. This is something I would have done.

I did not go to either my junior or senior prom because it was a one-on-one deal, and I did not of course have a steady boyfriend. Would I have gone if I had a steady eddy? No, most likely not. I wasn’t into dressing up, but knowing me, I would have come up with something unusual.

There was a lot to do in the former banquet room of the Eagle Hotel. So many books to be categorized. Goodness. After, Pete and I stocked the Bugge Park bookcase. That the snow in Bugge Park was gone and there were puddles which is a sign that, yes, spring is on its way.

There may still be snow on the ground when the green leaves appear on the trees.

Got home late. Took quite a while to clean the horse pen because the snow melt exposes the poop. Then after dinner I decided to brush a horse. I chose Tyra because she hasn’t been out much lately. She is adventure horse, the one up for going anywhere new and exciting, as evidence by the fact that she ran up several driveways and also clamored over a berm. But each and every time, she came back to me either of her own volition or because I called her.

Of course, I am torn because I got myself into the Summer in the Park(s) program and I would just as soon go horse trekking. Well, Pete says that if funding for Summer in the Park(s) does not materialize, we won’t do this, and in which case we will go horse trekking.

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