Nothing is for sure - but some say that a sure thing is Death and Taxes. We were told, For sure, you will move during your mission. So today we talked with Jeff at the archives - one more time we talk to him - he must get sick of us asking if there is more to be done while we work licketysplit on getting the volumes done we are presently assigned. Last week out of 32 volumes, one failed. We cannot figure this out - the books are all digitized the exact same way - that's because we are not smart enough to figure out any other way to get them done. So we have this situation on our hands. There are a bunch of books that need to be completed - they were started by an earlier group of missionaries like ourselves - left off and not completed.
We work feverishly these days trying to get our assignment done because our landlord wants our apartment for a new tenant and that happens in 17 days time and we desperately need the Shoe makers elves to step in during the night time hours and help us out here. Of course we would hope that they can digitize as well and as easily as they completed the shoes for the shoemaker in the fairy tale.
So I have started packing up stuff - no use leaving it to the last minute - and will make the trip to the post office so that we will not have so much to take back to Az or to our new assignment.
NEW ASSIGNMENT??????? Well, according to our supervisor, we well may be staying here after all because he is interested to know that there are records that still need digitized. It is really quite tiring to keep doing this "speed up to stop" thing. One minute we are to move: the next minute we have to stay because the papers in Keene have not been signed; then we hear that we may go to Ohio; but one more time they try to get the papers signed in Keene; but then we may to to North Carolina: but there are these records here that need to be done; then we hear that next week Alain Allard is going to Keene to finalize the papers; then we hear he was unsuccessful; then we really are moving? Our landlord wants the apartment? But I thought it had been leased for one year? That has to be the fastest year I have ever spent.
So how does one cope with all this back and forth - speeding up to stop so to speak? Well, to calm my ruffled feathers, I took a mental trip to Lincoln, Nebraska and revisited the water park we took the grand children to in August last year. Mentally I chased a 2yr old little girl from one end of the wading area to the other and back again - she was the one wearing the swim suit and I was the one in the jeans and tee shirt. I read to my grand children and tucked them in bed. We took them to Champions where they ran, tumbled, jumped, fell, chased, tossed, threw, crawled into and under and over and had a grand time. I got tired watching them. We fed them Pizza and of course there was chocolate cake for breakfast. I'm the grandma and if I serve chocolate cake for breakfast it's ok - the menu is not chiseled in stone you know.
Well, back to reality, and the digitizing and the weariness that is broken up by Lunch Time with Anne and Anthony. Went to dinner tonight with Anne and Alexander. I gave him Deer Whistles to mount on his car and kidded him a lot about killing a deer with the rear view mirror of his car. The rear view mirror was the only thing that got broken and there were a few scratches on the doors but he was very lucky that the Deer did not bound in front of his car - it could have done a lot more damage. So I wrote up letters that were from the standpoint of the deer herd and how he killed one of their number and many more things. It caused him lots of laughter. Now the ball is in his court. We previously had a kidding session over his wisdom teeth being extracted. Loads of laughter all round.
So we wait again, wait for the powers that be to make up their minds (collective minds at that) whether we will be staying here in Augusta or going to Keene or wherever there is digitizing stuff to be done.
The ever present standby is the collection of Civil War papers - really extensive and according to Anthony, these comprise the largest collection of Civil War papers still in existence. We may never get back to Arizona...................I am beginning to feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of OZ!
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