My Incredibly Unremarkable Life
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I haven't yet gotten myself completely into the "three days gone/four days home to get stuff done" routine.

I slept poorly last night--there were a couple of very annoying mosquitoes that kept serenading me. I think that the large cat wanted more of the bed than usual. Anyway, it took me a bit to get going this morning. I did some bookkeeping and check-writing, then decided that I had probably missed the mail, so that gave me an excuse (I didn't really need one--I was planning the Arby's/PJ's routine anyway) to head on out and leave the mail (mostly bills) at the post office branch on the way.

Between the two eating/drinking stops I swung by Office Depot. I wanted large plastic paper clips and a ream of acid-free copy paper. They had neither, but they did have a couple of other items I sort of needed. The large paperclips are for work. Part of processing archival material is removing almost all metal from the paper. We're leaving staples in, but the metal paperclips (most of which have rusted) go. I wanted the acid-free paper for myself for copying some things from my and Pete's family.

I've got all the letters my 6'6" uncle wrote my parents (he was born on my mother's tenth birthday) during WWII. They are extremely interesting and show a delightful naivety. He knew his wife was playing around, but he was so apologetic about even thinking about a woman he had met. I remember hearing my parents talk about "Wanda" and they did not fault him for seeing her. Judging from the letters, it doesn't look they had a sexual relationship.

Once I get these all copied--on acid-free paper--I'll donate them to the Eisenhower Center at the University of New Orleans.

The other letters to be copied are from my husband's great-grandfather and were written during and after the Civil War. He was originally from Ohio and ended up at Vicksburg. His younger brother bought his way out of the army and managed to finagle the family property into his hands. The older brother stayed in the south after the war and was one of the founders of Dennison Texas.

Once I get all these copied I'll put the originals in the safe deposit box. It's about halfway up the stack in a bank on the higher side of town--no flooding!--so they should be safe.

But first I have to find the acid-free paper. As I recall, the last time I looked for it I found it at a local sationery store--which is no longer in business. (But I'll bet the archives people know who carries it locally.)

So--it was another unremarkable day.

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