“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

(I worked on Dreams this morning. The day was cold — about 22 — when I left for 330 at 12:30. I’d just turned Jane when the phone rang. It was someone called Danny Olson, from a small town in Missouri. He’d sent some home-canned jars of fruits and vegetables at Christmas time; for the past year he’d also written a string of long letters signed “me,” meaning I couldn’t answer him to say thanks for the stuff. He’d done the same thing the Christmas before last, also.

(With an early letter he’d sent some photos of himself, and asked that they be returned. I did so. After that he quit adding his address to his letters. In the meantime I’d put his address downstairs in storage among many others, and hadn’t taken the time to find it so I could answer — another of the mail hassles that crop up often.

(I went food shopping at SuperDuper, ate a later supper than usual, and called Helen Park in Austin. She answered on the second ring, and we had a fine talk. She was surprised to hear from me, and I thanked her for her contribution. The connection was rather faint, but clear enough.