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Erie, Pa.
Aug. 27, '38
Went to a notary this morning to sign the Colonel's apartments back to him, since legally as Nana's sole heir they belonged to Willie, the Colonel having signed them over to her in the depression in case the store went bankrupt. 
No one was in shape to go to the beach this afternoon, so I drove down late alone. It was a perfectly beautiful day, clear but windy. The dark blue of the water and the pale blue of the sky met in a sharp line. Drove on past the lighthouse to the end of the Peninsula where one looks down the coast across the little spit of land north of the Channel. What a glorious scene! The blue of water and sky, the precipitous shoreline stretching away eastward, green and mauve, the far greenish blue hills rolling along the horizon, and nearly white sails and gulls, the green of marsh and the sandy shore ending in the deep blue water. But I was preoccupied today, uneasy, and couldn't appreciate it as I should. I drove home dissatisfied, knowing I was wasting beauty which I might have drunk in deeply and known content.
Ben and Tony came in this evening for bridge and as usual we had a jolly time, discussing vacations and people.
                                                      Erie, Pa.
Aug. 28, 1938
Worked all morning cleaning up the house in anticipation of Mother returning today from Chautauqua. Tackled all the nasty jobs such as cleaning out the remains of the cat's toilet in the cellar and deodorizing the bathroom toilet so that later, emptying the garbage seemed like a job in a perfume laboratory. And it is surprising what a lot of satisfaction I derived from

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