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February 9, 1973


Dear Mother,

It is cold and crisp these days, and we finally have had a fair amount of rain.

There is not much new to report here. Dean has been breaking into his new job gradually, since there are certain things he has to practice up before becoming proficient enough to work at them. He goes every day and returns home by ten now. Later he will stay longer. But he will get paid Tuesday for what he has done this last week.

I do not have a great deal to do at work. I am continuing to look for work. Last Sunday in the Times there was one interesting job ad that I have applied for by mail, and I will continue to look every day now for something better The main event of the day for [[strikethrough]] many three [[/strikethrough]] two women who work here is finishing the New York Times crossword puzzle, and I have joined them in his pursuit during my spare minutes and lunch time. It is ' the only intelligent thing they, as well as I, do for much of the day. The others are bookkeeper and [[strikethrough]] research [[/strikethrough]] statistical assistant. Interesting work is very rare here for everybody, so that even a minor calculation, when someone lets me do it, looms as something fascinating. Hence, the great popularity of the puzzle.

I have sold Avon products to about seven people, and suppose I will spend a lot of time this weekend canvassing the block nearby. The orders are sent in every two weeks, and I get [[strikethrough]]$4[[/strikethrough]] 40% of the profit or sale price.

That's about all.
Love,

Doris