Monday Evening
HidY Hi and Hidy Ho,
Here I am trying to get up enough enthusiasm to start typing my lesson, and do I--no, instead I start writing to you. Now I ask you, what does that mean? (These numbers on the keys don't tell the truth)
I would like to know what they put in that food we ate yesterday, or just what I did eat that wasn't the right thing, but wow! ! last night all of a sudden I didn't feel so good, and I then proceeded to not have anything left in my tummy. What a life--I haven't done anything like that for years. But I do feel better today. Except that I could feel more ambitious.
And guess what: My dressmaker used to take care of me when I was a little tiny baby. In fact she was a very good friend of my mother's. She said that she made me a cute little velvet coat and stuff and that my bed was over at her house most of the time. She said she was very surprised to find out that I was "Peanuts" little girl. I guess they called my mom Peanuts for short. However it was all very interesting to me.
And what did you do today? I suppose the board meeting went ofF O.K. and everybody's happy only there will still be some more tomorrow. And how are you and Mr. Clark or whatever his name is getting along? (How do you like my one finger typing on one hand. I don't seem to be as accurate as I might, doI?) Tomorrow I go riding again and H.G. has decided to go on Tuesday nights. She and Bill went to the beach Sunday, and evidently it was swell down there, cause her face had quite a pinkish glow to it.
Hmmmm, this is developing into quite an epistle--or is it.
I certainly hope no one else reads them but you, cause they might not be able to understand all this jibberish--maybe you don't either, but anytt way you can understand that my heart 's in the right place and I mean well. Dran I wish I could get in the mood to study, but for some reason, my heart's not in it. Do you know what I'm practising printing now? WILLY NILLY ZIMMY How you like that?!! It really looks awfully cute and those are the letters that we have now, so it works out swell. Whoops I'm using both hands to type now and I can do it swell, and can go about three times as fast and don't seem to make so many errors. Guess my old finger will heal up pretty fast after all cause it doesn't bother me at all--only when I hit the "a", and then it stretches it a little. I bet you never thought that you would get such a long letter. Well I never thought that I would be writing one either, but right now I am getting practise using this old finger of mine. Did you call Marge up? I would like to know how she is getting along and what not. Why don't you tell me to get to work and quit all this Tomfoolery. I sure wish I could. But I just ain't in the mood. Celorie leaves tomorrow for the East. Oh happy day and happy fun games. I hope things aren't too busy, cause it would be nice to sort of take things easy for a while, and then I might get lots of riding in. Gallop, gallop, etc. ---
Examine the upholstery materials, the drapery fabrics, the pottery, and the wall treatments seen in houses, public buildings, and furniture stores. Note whether the weave of the textiles is suitable in scale and feeling for the job; whether the pottery and wall finishes are of consistent coarseness or fineness. Did you do that, well I didn't and I don't think that I am going to either. Oh -ell, why don't I get to work. I don't know. Guess I will take a vacation, only I can't cause then I never will get anything done. I am beginning to wonder if I ever will graduate from this silly old institution of higher learning. Tra la, tis spring, good old spring, tra la some more. Olny our Barometer fell a goot foot and a half today. Perhaps it will rain tomorrow. Don't buy too many golf clubs in Portland--or were you even thinking about it? Anyway I wish I were there instead of here, trying to talk myself into studying, when I DON'T WANT TO, as you can plainly see. Well, if you follwed me this far and kept reading, it is true that you really love me. Cause you never would have otherwise. And I guess I must really love you to keep wanting to write to you, when there are more and other things that I should be doing. So at last I am going to tear myself away and get to work, I hope.
Love and kisses,
Dotty
WILLY NILLY ZIMY
no room for the other 'm"
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PSILY - - DYLM? --
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