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210 March 30 8:15 P.M. Friday My dearest darling: Another day - all summery and warm - and smelling sweetly of grass and ocean breeze. I wish so that we could share them together, but perhaps we will be able to next Easter time. Wendy woke up at 4:00 this morning - I think it was the moon - and I had to take her into bed with me before she would go to sleep again. We slept that way til 7:00, when I put her protestingly back in the crib. I don’t want her to feel that she can sleep with me, except for special occasions. Of course its part discipline for me too, because its very comforting to feel her warm, soft little body against me. It still amazes me to see her pull herself up in the crib. When she waked up and look over the top at me. #179 was waiting for me, and [pg 2] this afternoon the Special man brought me #180 - Am missing #173-178 - Six letters to look forward to. We stopped by on our way home to see Bev - Wendy was sleepy so we didn't stay long. Her vaccination by the way is at the messy stage, but still doesn't seem to be bothering her any. This afternoon after lunch, we both napped for an hour - this being one of my tummy ache days. The other condition is much better, and I'm hoping it was a small infection that the sulfa was able to take care of. We spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning house and scrubbing the kitchen floor. Wendy wore only her skivvy shirt, pants, shoes and socks, and played in her pen in the sunshine. She is such fun to watch when she thinks I'm not looking. I watched her put on her tinker beads, and then pick up the little [pg 3] pink hair brush, and start talking to it. She is able to keep dry all afternoon now if I can get her to the toidey every half hour. That's pretty good for such a little girl. Agnes Martineau phoned tonight to tell me that the Easter bunny is leaving a small surprize for us downtown tomorrow. There is some possibility that her husband will be sent home - he's the one who is hospitalized in New Guinea with jungle rot. If he does return, I'm going to angle for her house -a two bedroom redwood within easy distance of both town and the beach. That seems to be about the only way you can get a house now. I was so disappointed this morning when I phoned the carpenter. He said that the only wood he could find for the box was so poor, that [pg 4] he wouldn't be able to make it. I don't know what to do now, unless I try to get a small trunk - but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun- #180 It was amusing to hear about Yamashima and the “Toot, toot, toot, too’ say the engine” Even more than hearing that, I would have loved to see the Japanese girls being coached in Algebra. I wonder if they find it as confusing as I did, and if they will be as much of a blank on the subject in a few years, or I am now. Did some of the Korean youngsters make the chugakko? I'm rooting for them. And did you help send down a verdict - “Naruheku [Kauku?]”? Speaking of Tel and schools - have you had any answers to your letters yet, or haven't they been written? And what do you mean by “artistic illiteracy”? I love your sketches, and they are complete enough to give me a good idea of your surroundings. How [pg 5] bout one of your living quarters - It will be such fun to read over our letters together, and fill in the blanks. I know just what you mean about dreams refreshing you - When I dream of you, I feel as if I'm getting a bonus - seeing and hearing you talk, and not having to go thru the pain of saying good-bye- Refreshing is the word for it - and I do love having you come visit. Then doesn't seem to be a minute during the day when I'm not thinking of you and telling Wendy about da-da, and what we’re all going to do when you get home. Sweety, the fact that you do have an interesting job means everything to me. I do feel as if I am sharing all your experiences with you - and this is only the beginning darling - there is going to be lots more for us to share. I’d much rather have things this way than to know that you were stuck with some dull work, even if it did leave you time to write reams. I love your letter writing just as it is now - And I love you darling in more ways than I could ever possibly count - Bobby
