Sunday, December 11, 2011
The only really unpleasant Thanksgiving occurrence was the first real fight I’ve ever had with Bob. He and Nick both think it’s inevitable we’ll join the war. Nick can’t join up because of his bum leg, but Bob wants to be a pilot! I’ve never been so horrified in my life! How could he think of leaving me after we just got married? Besides, FDR promised we’d stay out of the war and I believe him.
Needless to say it was a pretty quiet trip back to Seattle. Thankfully Bob relented and said he won’t go, and there’s been no more ridiculous talk.
I had a visit from widow Ina’s gardener, that odd Mr. Murakami. He gave me a beautiful print by some artist named Hasui. It’s lovely but I don’t know what to do with it. It doesn’t go with our decor, and I’m afraid neughbor Betty would have a conniption if she saw it. She thinks Japanese imperial spies are hiding behind every lamppost!
All’s finally quiet now. Bob’s as busy (and bored) as ever designing offices for Boeing and housing for plant workers. We got all our Christmas decorations up. I’m really excited about the Christmas party Bob’s firm is hosting on Saturday night, the 6th. It will be in the Chinese Room in the Smith Tower!
I promise to write more frequently in the future. For now, merry Christmas to all, and I wish each of you a peaceful and prosperous New Year.