Fighting the Current

of ink and vellum

I love poring over old documents. My neighbor just brought over some ones she bought from an antique dealer. Papers for indentured servants, deeds, things of that nature. 1847, 1800, 1740, 1709, 1691. Mostly written on vellum, in very good condition. Definitely all handwritten, except for parts 1847 one, which were printed. The seals were intact on most of them. And several maps. Gotta love maps, especially when they're of areas you know inside and out. The phrasing from them is the best. The deeds keep delegating property lines in terms of posts and paces and neighbors.

I really don't like hairspray. The scent of it is almost noxious and the fact that a lot of it is aerosol does not make me like it any more.

And déjà vu yesterday and today, once yesterday and once (so far) today. It's always little things, but little things are enough.

I need to learn to keep my nerve. Damned if I do, damned if I don't?

::yawn:: "And miles to go before I sleep." Literally.