What I Do For a Living is Love You

This is the transcription for early December but it feels so warm (and it actually was a bit warm, haha!):

Sunday, December 1st, 1940

It was warm today and the snow got soft so we couldn’t go skiing.  Mom and Dad went to Bondsville. Jake and I read the funnies by the stove and then slept till it grew dusk.  He asked me what I did for a living and I said “I love you.” I don’t know but at times I have to say it while at others I couldn’t.  Nellie and Caz went with us to the show to see “Bittersweet” and “Charter Pilot.”

The part that gets me:

He asked me what I did for a living and I said “I love you.”

I don’t even know what that means and I think that’s why I love it so much.  And if that felt warm, this will feel a bit steamy!

Tuesday, December 3rd, 1940

Peach came in the morning to drive me down to vote.  He must have felt good this morning; anyway he ended up with lipstick on his face.  He came up tonight to take Ernie and me to the meeting. We were so glad cause it was bitter cold.  Our Nee-Wah meeting was certainly a hectic one. Edward Zimba ran for city clerk but did not win. Zosh, Eddie, Stretch, Nat, Ernie, Jake and I went to the Sheraton hotel to engage it for our formal.

I ship these two so much!

Not all of the first few days of this month were so sweet.  There is more office drama and although I feel badly that Babu felt the way she did, I love to read her speaking so salty!

Monday, December 2nd, 1940

It turned cold again today.  Ruth was out sick with a cold.  Sometimes I’d like to tell Emmy I’ll quit if she’d like to have me.  She’s a killjoy. No matter what I say I do she has done it before and in a better way.  Peach called me today to say that we (the crowd that we went tobogganing with Friday) had been made winter members of the Springfield Country Club.  Got a lecture (in a body) about not coming to sing with the choir last night.

Emmy is probably just jealous!


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