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always been and always am, more or less aware of what a glorious thing life is if we live it properly, but I am never quite aware of it so keenly as when I am by the rivers or the sea. Their influence seems to awaken me in every way. Just the title of that book of poems by Sara Teasdale -- "Rivers to the Sea" -- appeals to me peculiarly. ...... Mr. Steenstrup is back and we are going to make 10,000 of the refrigerator units next year for Ft. Wayne. I do not deny that I am displeased with the way things are going with me right now. I guess I am like Mr. Wilson in that I can't tolerate neglect very long. At any rate, I am going to let things ride until after vacation and then take a definite step toward changing my condition. My year will be up then and I shall consider it is time to get my bearings again. I am well convinced that my time has been far from wasted though.

[[underlined]] To Mother, June 16, 1925: [[/underlined]] We shall have one really glorious month here together in August. That wonderful backyard of the Women's Club is just the place to read. We can go way down near the river with our books and read down there well into the evening, for the sun sets across the river directly and it will be light down there until quite late. If by chance, as I intimated last night, I should be making a change of some kind at that time, we shall have our visit together anyway. Of course I haven't any idea of what such a change might be. I do [[underlined]] know [[/underlined]] though that unless things here take a decidedly different aspect after my vacation, I shall take definate steps to change the aspect of things. As things are now, I get absolutely no incentive to do anything because Mr.S scarcely speaks to me from one week to the next. It is not that he does not like me -- I think he does. It is simply due to the fact that he has so much on his mind he is sometimes entirely wrapped up in his own thoughts. As I said yesterday, I can't stand such absolute neglect. And if at any time he does delegate something to me to do, he immediately forgets all about it and never do I hear mention of it again unless I bring the thing up myself, which shows he can't be interested and which naturally kills all my enthusiasm. The only time that my job has approached what he gave me to understand it would be was during the time that I was working on the trapezoidal block proposition, and that seems to be stalled somewhere at present. Apparently there is much business lying ahead -- I learn that there are to be 20,000 refrigerator machines to be made next year instead of 10,000 which will almost necessitate an expansion of the plant to accommodate the business if it pans out. But even that does not reassure me. I guess I'll have to have a real honest-to-goodness talk with Mr.S about things when I get back. Howver I have had two such talks with him along the very same lines in the past and they produced only temporary results. He has always said that he understands just how I feel now -- I don't believe he really knows how he is neglecting me -- he's too busy himself. Oh, well, it is going to turn out for the best. Let's not worry.