August 23, 1944

Wednesday Night

Dearest,

The middle of the week and I’ve accomplished very little. Spent the afternoon at Potrero Hill Well Baby Conference, which I rather enjoy. When I can snatch a moment, I look out the window and have a beautiful view of the bay and the bridge and the Campanile on a clear day. When you return we shall see this together. This place is behind San Francisco City and County Hospital, at 23^rd and Potrero Avenue.

While on my rounds on McAllister Street near Fillmore today, I found an old egg beater for fifteen cents in one of these Jew junk shops. Brought it home and boiled it soap suds and have been scouring it with cleaner, then shall boil it again. Found a beautiful one in stainless steel for fifty cents, but it wouldn’t work, had you been here, I would have brought it, knowing that you could make it work – needed to have something removed so the wheel could go around, see?

When you return we shall go through some of these junk shops if you’d like; there is something quite fascinating about them—since you are so handy with tools, you will be able to renovate a lot of things!

Somehow I am still living for my weekends even yet. I like to sleep late in the mornings and take my time at getting around to my work; this was possible during the college days, but it seems that those days are nor gone forever! Ah sweet days of bliss when one has nothing but school to think that I complained so much! I am sorry!

I love you,

Berns Lou