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67 11/20 “Think everything's alright this morning - still no mail-” Sunday Nov. 19th 7:30 P.M. My dearest darling: This has been quite a day - and you sure have a sad sack of a wife tonight. My biggest concern is a tick bite on my back. However, I don't think it will be serious, at least I hope not. This afternoon, after walking in the darn, I felt something on my back, and it was a tick - I got it alright, but have an awfully sore back - Paula go the Major for me, who is a doctor, and he looked at it, and said that he didn't think there was any fever around here, and that all I’d probably get was something that resembled a boil - He was awfully nice, and I was quite relieved. We got to talking - He was in New [H?des] for a year and a half - said he thought the war would last at least two more years- This morning Wendy and I went right down to the P.O., but there wasn't any letter - the last I received was written last Saturday morning. When we got back I started raking out back and pulling up weeds. Did a big job, but in the process lost the baby shoes off my bracelet. It was my own fault, and I felt very badly about it. Phoned the Treasure Chest and they said they had another pair that they could send away for me. [pg 2] Gosh, when I get a bad start on a day it sure lasts. The yard looks nice, and I planted lots of geranium slips - also nailed together the garden furniture. My hands are covered with big blisters, but it was worth it. P and K and Wendy and I went downtown for dinner and had a very good one at Ella's Kitchen - soup, salad, fried chicken, squash, baked potato, coconut cream pie and coffee. When we got back Paula and I cleared a path between the two houses, so we could go back and forth without having to go across the road. The buggy will go thru easily too - so that I can push Wendy over. Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Wilgresses' mother stopped by to pick up an Indian basket that had been left behind. She volunteered that Wendy looks just like you - and she does too. Had a Special from mother - sending me a check for the trunks. She sent me directions which I will send on to you as soon as I receive the claim forms from the Navy. It's going to be complicated, but I do hope we will be able to reimburse them at least in part. Father hasn't said anything, but I can just about guess what he's thinking. We just mustn't let ourselves be in debt to them or anyone else if we can possibly help it. Paula expects Bill on Thursday, and is [pg 3] trying to decide whether or not to have another baby- wish it was that easy for us. At the rate this damn war is going, we'll be trying to have babies til we’re 50 - Isn't there any way you can figure out some plan for getting home before the end of the war? More than anything else I want you, a home, and more babies - and there just isn't anything to do - I feel so discouraged, and wonder what the devil it's all about - don't guess there is anyone who knows the answers. Guess I'll go to bed - feel sort of shaky, and have a nasty bump on my back. Goodnight darling - hold me close and never let go Bobby
