October 24, 1942 – Typing Practice

Saturday Morning

Dear Mom + Dad,

I have some time to waste this morning here in the clinic so I’m going to practice my typing as well as get a letter off to you. Our traffic through here has been very light this morning and so we have not had much to do. As I told you I’m off at noon today with nothing to do. I told you I was going to Palm Springs. I still haven’t made up my mind for sure, but unless something comes up I think I will go. I know you don’t mind, or do you?

I feel a little better spirits this morning than I did when I wrote you last night. Of course that is to be expected as those blue spells of mine come and go every now and then. It just so happened that last night was one of the off nights. So every thing looks as fine as can be expected this morning from out here on the desert. It’s just that this secluded life gets you down every once in a while. It seems now that life has no real meaning as you have none of the pleasures to look forward to. But this can’t last forever and I’m willing to do my part so here I am. I really believe that I will be a lot better off then I get in the Air Corps as I think that work will be more interesting and that is half the battle.

I haven’t done a thing the last few nights except go to bed early. I usually read a little before I finally go to sleep. That is one thing I have done quite a little of since I’ve been out here on the desert as it takes your mind off the life you are leading. This certainly (is) some typewriter, have you noticed how it skips every now and then. It really is the fault of the machine and not my gosh awful typing. So there.

I haven’t received any mail yet but that is to be expected for reasons I have told you before. I imagine that when I do get it I will get quite a lot in one bunch and then I will have to work my head off to answer. I like to keep up on my correspondence for if you don’t it gets to far ahead of you and you have a terrible time catching up.

Well here I am starting a new page and ending a letter at the same time. That sure is a fine way to mess things up but that is the way it is. So until next time.

Love
Bob