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377 August 25 - Saturday - 7:50 P.M. My Sweety Darling: Now I know exactly how you felt the time mail from me was slow, and when you finally did get a nice big envelope it turned out to be clippings, because that's just what happened to me this morning! Sitting patiently in our box was an envelope dated the 20th and full of camp newspapers - but that isn't the whole story - a short while later, we passed the SM in his jalopy and he hailed me - to present your Special right in the middle of Dolores St! No one else has received any mail - so you see you really did me proud - as always, darling. I'm missing the 16th, 17th, 18th, and 19th but they [pg 2] should arrive any time now. I could have spit last night when I walked down to the P.O. and there wasn't a damn thing from you - that was the third unsuccessful trip this past week. Wendy has had me on the run all day, and I'll sure be glad when you’re home and can take her out for awhile. Cleaning is practically impossible, because I have to keep taking time out to pull little sweetie out of mischief or out of the sweepings- Hot diggity the occupation is on - the first Special Bulletin I've heard in several days. This afternoon Helen drove us downtown, and then Wendy and I walked home after stopping in at the creamery for a pint of ice cream. We invited Grammy over for a party - Wendy loves [pg 3] ice cream, and when you get home you can walk us downtown for an ice cream cone anytime at all. Before bath time we went out to water the garden - a chore Wendy loves - I suspect mostly because she always manages to get thoroughly soaked, and giggles continuously when the spray hits her. I don't know whether she will “know what's up” when you get home, but I know it won't take her long to find out. She won't be shy or strange - it will be wonderful fun to see how she does greet you. The Guadalupe lady is Mrs. Fifel - she has already met Wendy, and thinks she's a darling. If I can just give her two or three weeks notice we'll be all set. Next time I get lit I hope its [pg 4] with you. I really don't enjoy drinking, unless its with you, and I can really let myself go. Do you suppose Chuck went out in a hurry as part of the task force? I don't see any of the Boulder men - the Bensons and Fals live in Monterey, the Eblings in Pacific Grove, and the Corrigans up the valley. I see Mrs. White in town occasionally, but never say more than ‘hello’. Dave is away, but if Riley calls again, I'll ask him. It feels wonderful, but coolish around the legs and arms to be sleeping in our pajamas - I'll surely be glad when I don't have to rely on pajamas any more to keep me warm. Thanks for your “you know what” - and, more of the same to you - Bobby
