Someone has been stealing mail from the box. Opened mail was found at Quinault and the remains discovered and sent to Tom. TJ and Tom went through it (I was just told about it but there was nothing for me except junk mail addressed to my mother, apparently). Obviously anything valuable to the letter purloiner would not be there. I always wonder about mail-in rebates -- I don't get them all back. Most, I'm sure -- but every once in a while -- no. I'm thinking specifically about the chair rebate from -- when was that? Yet I'd need to go through my evil financial paperwork to know for sure, and perhaps it did go through after all. Oh, well. I suppose I don't really care about that, but just any letters I might've lost. My cousin's letter that was discovered in the ditch months late, all soggy and with barely any (inkjet) ink left -- things like that. Although that was due to a mail-gatherer of the house, not a letter prloiner. Sometimes (i.e. twice) I see my mail all muddied and tiremarked in the driveway -- I open my car door and look at it, then drive away if it is nothing important. I'd say the mail gathering skills of the household are somewhat lacking.
Annie came here yesterday and we completed the package design -- I got tired rapidly, and while putting together the booklet yelled at A to make her stop jumping all over since it's difficult to make little pages unless you begin at the front and go until the end (this was a finishing session -- the jumping around was ok before this). How else to get the information to fit on the page? Not possible if 2 pages further it comes to light that a chunk of text has to go on that page. A reminded me to resize the headings, which then of course I forgot to do. Awwwk. Everything takes 5 times longer if I am tired. The stickers are charming, however.
Saturday I felt peculiarly well and took E shopping and to get her prescription. We laughed all the way around Slaveways, which probably proves that I've lost it. I'm always looking for ways this could be fun or cool, and at that time it was fun and gave me a lot to laugh at. E did her calculator well, and although she lost the total twice, I think she felt good about the way she'd managed -- especially when the checker screwed up the transaction and had to get armies of bosses to help. E isn't the only one who has a bit of trouble with a calculator. After that I went to E's apt (desk is very nice) to beat on her computer (clean it up, take off some crap, re-subscribe to Norton, change some settings). I got the NYC photo disk (maybe one pic boohoo). There's a nice close-up of my older sister's finger on the lens in a shot of Radio City MH -- mostly finger, alas.
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