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251 8:45 P.M. Sunday May 6th My Dearest Darling: The Standard Hour and Gershwin's “Rhapsody in Blue.” All day long I've felt a great need for music, and by tonight I feel liberally dosed with it. Now for the first time in several days I feel myself again - Perhaps it was keeping busy all day - perhaps listening to Mrs. Price talk for an hour or so on her lonliness and the death of her second husband, so that things came into clearer focus for me. I don't know, except that I have a feeling of great relief. You, Mr. J. have a paddling due you - Last night I concentrated on dreaming about you, and I did, but this is the pay off - I asked you when you were coming home and you said- [pg 2] 34 months - which just goes to show what goes on in my subconscious. Wendy and I didn't do anything very exciting yesterday - we did buy a fifth of [Beringer’s?] 5 yr. old Brandy to add to our growing liquor supply. Some month when we’re really ahead, I'm going to buy a bottle of Cointreau to put away. The Benedictine is your dept. - it's readily available here at about $12 a bottle. I don't feel funny about buying in a grocery or drug store, but I still don't like to go into a liquor store. Gerry and Dickie stopped by in the afternoon. Gerry seems to feel very optimistic about Reinie getting home next month. I wish to hell I had something [pg 3] to feel optimistic about - but time rolls along, and our time will have to wait its turn - tho I’d sort of like to get behind and push. This morning little sweetie and I stayed in bed til ten oclock. I love to watch her wake up - its just the way you do - protesting at first, then a big overhead stretch and yawn, followed by a pixy grin. Wendy's eyelashes unlike her hair are quite dark, and long and curly. Right now she's teething again which is the cause of her piddling more frequently. Recently she's been having a few accidents in her pen- wish you could see her spread her [pg 4] legs while she's standing, and gaze down at the puddle with a very thoughtful expression on her little face. I can't help laughing sometimes. Helen and Bobbie visited for awhile this afternoon. Helen had two letters from Walter yesterday - evidently his next stop is Guam, and he is going to try and get in touch with you from there. Mrs. P. came by about 7:00, and brought me some lovely roses. There are tiny pink ones like the ones you brought me when Wendy was born - they smell so sweet. Made another apron this afternoon out of the blue and white material trimmed with yellow. I seem to be having an apron spree now like the tablecloth and napkin one I had in Boulder. Darling- I love you deep, and full and strong for always- Bobby
