Dart was in a rare mood today. He began with high praise for Dot’s recent letter and some teasing words about her constant apologies for the quality of her stationery.  He also teased a bit about the luxurious setting of her cushy job – complete with carpet and upholstered chairs! I suspect he doesn’t see much of either in his current setting. More on that later.

He suggests that the hoping and dreaming each of them has done in recent months seems to be working to some extent, so they should both keep it up with renewed fervor and they will surely see even more success.

Commenting about the dream Dot described where Dart showed up in Greenwich and they enjoyed a long bike ride and a picnic, he confirmed that he has had similar dreams. He launched into a detailed imagery about the day. He began by asking what he was wearing in her dream. Was he in uniform or will they have to wait until the war is over to fulfill the dream? He imagined what the picnic menu might be, and he envisioned sitting on the shore and watching the moon rise. There was enough breeze to ruffle her hair and put a little sand in the “sand” wiches.

Coming back to the present, he told her how much he enjoyed the oatmeal cookies she sent. The gum was quite welcome and he even put it to therapeutic use when he felt the first twinge of mumps on the left jaw. By “jawing” the gum all day, the swelling and stiffness on the left is not as bad as the right side got.

He included another of his fantastic yarns in the spirit of his “devilish satire” of a few weeks ago. This was a meticulous description of the “prehistoric” ward where he now resides, compete with stalactites, a lost race of men and blind fish. He writes satire and sarcasm with a lively comical bent. Well worth the read, in my opinion.

Here’s a brief note from Dot, dashed off as she was about to crawl into bed for the night.

She told Dart how much she enjoyed reading about his bygone days. “But then, you make everything enjoyable. Golly, how I wish you were around when I do dishes!” (Let’s not get too serious or mushy, Dot.)

She loves her job but is happy that Sunday is coming so she can give her feet a rest. Because Greenwich is looking her best, all dressed in springtime finery, she suggests he make his reservations now to come for a visit sometime next week. Wouldn’t that be lovely!

She’s true her opening words that this would be a short letter.