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159 February 10 - Saturday - 7:00 P.M. Hi darling - I love you: You have two very sleepy sweeties tonight. Wendy and I were down at the beach this afternoon. Wendy loved it, and had lots of fun letting the sand run through her fingers. We made a tiny sand castle and she tried to eat off the top! This is the first time she has really seemed to enjoy it. On our way home I realized I had lost my red wallet - and was feeling pretty low. I composed an ad for Monday's paper - looked down, and there was the wallet lying in some ivy beside the walk! That really was luck - perhaps it will hold out long enough to bring you home soon!! Helen met is in town and drove us home - stroller and all (Mr. Picketson did a very good job.) She wasn't feeling too chipper, so I had her in for some sherry. Met John White and his wife in the liquor store. He certainly is a timid soul when she is around - This morning received #125 and #127, [pg 2] so I'm all clear now, and looking forward to rereading #'s 100-125 tonight after I finish this #125 I'm looking forward to reading about “it” - my curiosity sure is up. You be careful, where you pick up fungus - and don't scratch!! It isn't like Agnes’ husband Ralph's jungle rot is it? It will be fun to get the little bottle of benedictine. The pappies! I commissioned them to grow fast - just another bond between us my darling. Wendy will love watching you shave when you get back. She won't be quite ready for the edge of the bathtub but her toidey will be a good substitute. She is so cunning, when I put her on in the morning I’d give anything for you to see her - little fat legs stuck straight out in front - first a two toothed smile - followed by a look of concentration - the small mission accomplished - and another smile and sigh. It's priceless. Love you Too. #126 So glad to hear the stationery finally caught up with you and is usable - and [pg 3] there is another box on its way to you so you ought to be well supplied for awhile. I don't remember meeting Frank Ikle - just recalled the name - Gene [Aegg?] was just another familiar name - Emily Allyn (widow) is asst prof. of History - middle aged - I never had her in class. And what a memory you still don't have!! I read Pardee Lorne's book in Boulder - in fact red parts aloud to you!!! I should think the most important part of requesting a transfer would be to whom you do your requesting. I know official channels probably won't help us - but don't we know somebody? I don't want to interfere in something - especially something in which I know my heart leads my head. It's enough darling for me to know you'll be trying everything you can think of. I don't feel there's any stigma at all - everyone is doing what he can - That (as there may possibly be) referring to strings - gives me just a little hope. You are doing a job, and I'm awfully proud of you - It's hard keeping your [pg 4] accomplishments to myself more or less - but you may be sure I talk at length to Wendy. I thought the blue pyjamas you sent and that I'm wearing now, smelled of tobacco, but it was very faint. Maybe you could do better next time? I'll try to find a pair of duration pj's for us - maybe my good friend the Manky Ward catalog can help me out. The last pair you sent arrived in six days - but I can only return them First Class - so it will be a month, just like this time, before you get them back - Time and postage don't matter sweety - it's just getting as close together as we can. There just isn't any solid color cloth to be had anywhere - I'll look thru our trunk tomorrow and see if we have some napkins or something for [Inouy?] to paint characters on. I'll get the ink if I can. I’d hate to let the opportunity slip by. I wish I could get some white silk for a headscarf. Do you ever have any access to damaged parachutes - they’d be perfect for all sorts of things - If you could get a piece about 2’ x 2’ it would make a swell kerchief. Any kind of light [pg 5] material would be suitable. In her letter this morning, Muz said that Renwick II arrived Jan. 22nd. Did I tell you Doug wants to name a son Warren - He really does want to get married - bet if he's in the states 6 mo., something will happen, but I don't think it will be Frances. She wasn't his sole reason for going to N.Y. - he’d just figured by doing so he could make some money on the Army. Must do the supper dishes (I'm turning into a [punk?] housekeeper) and then to bed after I reread the letters. We send you all our love darling - Hurry home to us - Bobby
