Dart missed Dot today with a nagging, gnawing agony. Even his mother stated that it just seemed as though Dottie should be there. “I looked in the living room, but you weren’t there. We set the table for four, so I guess that settled it.”

He writes a comical description of the surgery he performed on the washing machine this morning. He diagnosed the problem, found a new part, and … the operation was a success. The old machine is humming along, rejuvenated.

Pleased with his luck on the washer, he decided to tinker with the car. The windshield wipers have been behaving badly of late, so he decided it was time to make them right. It involved removing upholstery, following the individual wires in a mass of tangled ones, and replacing an air tube. After countless trips to the basement to collects tools and parts, he was able to repair the wipers. “Now, when the car falls apart (next week), we’ll be able to rent out the wipers (as a pair) for people to use as baby spankers, for twins.

He had no luck with the car radio, however.

His Navy dress shoes have come back from the cleaners. Actually, from the shoemaker, but the cost of repairs has cleaned Dart out. As much as he wants a pair of slippers, they will have to wait a while longer. But, he’s ready with appropriate footwear for hiking at Sunapee.

He reports that the weather has gotten quite cold in Cleveland. Last night, the temperature dropped to 48.

He bids his lady love good-night and sweet dreams.