On Sunday, July 2, 1944, Armand the firetower guard recounted the technical tasks of his summer job. He had to record visibility, cloud formations, humidity , psychrometer and thermometer readings, ad nauseum. Beyond all of that, it was:
A pleasant Sunday. Had me a bath and washed clothes in aft. Had some of Geefer's Laura Secord candies, the rest of her hard mints and one of her 2 chocolate bars (at this rate....) My bath more comfortable than last week's, less water but far warmer - in fact, about right.
1 1/2 pails of cold in tub, set in sun. Heat another pail real hot in dishpan (the big one). Pour in and enter after. Have another big pan heating for water for doing clothes. Voila - the system nutshelled. "That puts another complexion on things," as the young flapper said putting on her make-up.
This business of missing my little Mary is a funny thing. I'll go along all day feeling quite satisfied, enjoying my work, or the food, or the view, or building something. When all of a sudden I'll think of some little thing that connects with Mary's and my life together and then bam, the feeling of depression goes through me like a knife. I feel I can't go another day without her.
Another thing, if I am lonely, candy or cookies help. There seems to be a physiological connection between sugar and love and pleasure. We call a girl "sugar" or "sweetness" or say of something we like, "it or she or he's sweet". Maybe I got something here.
Armand's chocolate consumption resumed after he was reunited with his sweet Mary and he lived happily ever after. No one was ever be able to diagnose Armand Singer as depressed or depressing!
A pleasant Sunday. Had me a bath and washed clothes in aft. Had some of Geefer's Laura Secord candies, the rest of her hard mints and one of her 2 chocolate bars (at this rate....) My bath more comfortable than last week's, less water but far warmer - in fact, about right.
1 1/2 pails of cold in tub, set in sun. Heat another pail real hot in dishpan (the big one). Pour in and enter after. Have another big pan heating for water for doing clothes. Voila - the system nutshelled. "That puts another complexion on things," as the young flapper said putting on her make-up.
This business of missing my little Mary is a funny thing. I'll go along all day feeling quite satisfied, enjoying my work, or the food, or the view, or building something. When all of a sudden I'll think of some little thing that connects with Mary's and my life together and then bam, the feeling of depression goes through me like a knife. I feel I can't go another day without her.
Another thing, if I am lonely, candy or cookies help. There seems to be a physiological connection between sugar and love and pleasure. We call a girl "sugar" or "sweetness" or say of something we like, "it or she or he's sweet". Maybe I got something here.
Armand's chocolate consumption resumed after he was reunited with his sweet Mary and he lived happily ever after. No one was ever be able to diagnose Armand Singer as depressed or depressing!
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