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343 July 23 - Monday - 8:30 P.M. My Dearly Beloved: They played our song on the radio this evening, and it sent pleasant little shivers running all thru me. Helen left at 8:30 this morning, and Wendy and I got up to have an early breakfast. The trip from here to LA is longer than I had realized- almost nine hours. Tonight I feel sort of let down - a number of little things, I guess, two of them being that I'm physically tired, and discouraged at your getting home - even by Christmas. Received #257 plus the long envelope with menus, paper etc. [pg 2] I was very much interested in, and a bit surprized at the menus. For one thing they are much better balanced than I would have supposed. True most food cooked in large quantities is on the whole rather tasteless and unappetizing, but there seems to be quite a variety. My first impression was that the food strongly resembles that which I had eaten at summer camp, but I couldn't make any fair comparisons without seeing and tasting the food myself. At any rate darling, you can look forward to being well fed just as soon as you get home. I have lots of new ideas and recipes as well as all our old standbys. Hope by now my letters are reaching you regularly again - its [pg 3] hard to take gaps in mail. We went down to the beach this afternoon, I guess I really should have cleaned house, but I hate to miss any of this good weather, and you never can tell when the fog is going to roll in and stay for awhile. Wendy and I went down to the waters edge, and Wendy had lots of fun watching the pelicans dive for fish. Bob joined us after a bit, and we built a sandcastle which Wendy smashed. I love to watch her toddle in the damp sand leaving little footprints. She still waddles unsteadily, but is able to take 6-10 real steps before she falls down. Helen just came in bringing me a letter from you, one from Kay [pg 4] Mitchell, and our Gas and Electric bill. I wonder what could possibly have held up my mail to you - I'll be waiting anxiously for your next letter telling me that you've gotten a big batch. Kay writes that Wally, instead of being sent to the Pacific, was sent on a Peace Time Tour of 18 months to Panama, and she and Glenn hope to join him as soon as suitable quarters have been found. Seems as if just about everybody is getting the breaks - I wish something nice would happen to us, but I'm quite resigned to its not, and the fact that you will be lucky if you get home in 18 months, but I don't like it, and have myself in an uncomfortable state [pg 5] of mind about it. Dana phoned tonight to say that both Steve and Henry are back at Pearl. What I wouldn't give to have you there, so that we could phone. Dana seems to think that the Language Pool is disintegrating, and that those guys will be coming home soon. Sweety, I do wish I was away from Carmel, and everyone I know or we do connected with the Navy - its hard enough being in an unsettled state without being forced to share everyone else's and that's what seems to happen no matter how hard I try to avoid it. Please try to come home soon darling, or at least pick me up with some good long letters - I've been needing them badly. I love you with all my heart - Bobby
