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353 August 1 - Wednesday- 8:15 P.M. My Dearly Beloved: Its cool tonight, and I've just finished starting a fire. Weather is crazier here than it was in Boulder. No mail again today - that's two days with a completely empty box - how I hate them. To add to my woes Wendy has a cough, which started a week ago Monday and is still going strong. Bob had a similar cough, and tho I tried to keep him away from Wendy I imagine she caught it from him. It sounds nasty, but doesn't seem to bother her any, and there are no signs [pg 2] of a cold or temperature. I phoned Dr. Lusiguan this morning, but he's on vacation, and has a woman pediatrician to answer his calls. She suggested something with codine in it which I didn't like the sound of. After consultation with the druggist I settled for some B and S, an old cough remedy which Grammy suggested, and which she used for her babies - I've given Wendy one dose, will continue tomorrow, and hope it does the trick. While we were downtown we stopped in at Bev's for coffee and a cookie. She had the August Vogue, containing Mary Jean Kempner's article on Tinian and the school, which [pg 3] I cut out and sent to you in the afternoon mail. Bev suggested going to the beach with us this afternoon, so I brought Wendy home for an early nap and lunch. We got back to Bev's about one, but by that time the fog had started to roll in, so we decided to stretch out on the patio, and catch whatever sun we could. Bev is busy serving, enameling etc. and getting ready for Bud. She's begun to worry about her hair, and is trying to get it back to its original color, which is about the same as mine. She's got quite a job ahead of her, because its all bleached straw colored, and [pg 4] dried out. She's not going to take another job, because too much of the season is gone, but if Bud is stationed at the Monterey Air Field, she'll probably find some part time work with hours which will let her skip home whenever she wants to. They will probably still be around Carmel, when you get back. If my left ear protrudes noticeably when you get home - Yup - you've guessed it the SM just came - to continue…its because each night as I sit here, reading, writing or sewing after dinner my ear practically stretches out to the road listening for the good old chug-chug of the [pg 5] motor as it comes up the hill - And tonight, everything was well timed! I'm sorry darling, that my letter upset you as it did, after I mailed it I was sorry, and wished that I hadn't - I guess there's no point on dwelling on things over which we have no control, making myself miserable over them, and in turn you. I'll try to use better judgment in the future - its just that sometimes my feelings are so strong that they break away from me, and get into my letters to you. I wasn't disappointed in the Ewing visit, but I was so busy running around feeding people that I didn't get much of a chance to either listen to, or talk to, Riley - Mary is a quiet woman in her late thirties with little to say. [pg 6] I don't feel like talking about it in a letter, but will tell you more about it in detail when you get home. I see that I'm missing a letter, and just can't wait til morning, so I think I'll trudge on down to the P.O. now - first running over to tell Helen- Love me darling, even if I don't have much sense sometimes. I love you with all my heart - Bobby
