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374 August 22 - Wednesday - 6:00 P.M. Dearly Beloved: “Wendy-has-to-see-everything-Johnston” is finally in bed, but by no means asleep. Her last happy little thought before I brought her in for a much needed bath was to bring me a gift of a fist full of horse manure - That's minor tho - and so it goes on and on all day long. Still no mail - there hasn't been any for anyone, but there should be a good haul for me when it finally does come in. Maybe the SM will come chugging up the hill tonight. Warren de Weese has his orders [pg 2] and got what he asked for - demobilization work at Great Lakes. Haven't heard anything about the Boulder men or where they are going if anyplace. The de Weese's are leaving tomorrow, and have bought Wendy's carrying basket for little Jamie. Mr. Chaucer arrived this morning from Weatherby's and I have it ready to mail you. Did I tell you that just before I got your list of books, I was thinking of Chaucer and how I’d like to read The Canterbury Tales again? Tomorrow I'm going to have my permanink, while Wendy stays with Grammy. Then I will have Helen take some pictures so that you can see the new [pg 3] hair do, and ever darkening suntan - to say nothing of freckles. Dreamt of you last night, it was a funny dream all mixed up with Bev and Bud and dozens of other people I haven't seen or thought about for a long time. We have a cricket in our kitchen, but I can't find him. 9:10 Well, I guess the SM isn't coming after all - perhaps I will walk down to the P.O. The evenings have gotten quite cold recently, and today I noticed that the leaves on some of the trees are beginning to turn. The cricket is still chirping merrily away - I wonder where he is hiding - Hurry home darling - I want so much to give you this love - Bobby
