I just finished my biddling around housework and am asking myself what to do next and feeling irresistibly drawn towards the new Journal or mayhaps another seam or two of my new shirt, howsoever I will fill the wondering time with a line or two to you. The curses are standing on cardboard cartons nosing around the counter. Pretty soon one will collapse and they will howl or find something splashy or breaky and I will have to remove them but let's not borrow trouble. I just went and put the brats on two eggs to coddle and they are slugging and guzzling them down. A gory mess but like I say, let them be.
The G.D. pipes froze up three days ago and the boys can't find where. There is 600 feet of pipe which is a lot of digging and Jimmy is furious. I am washing out baby stuff here and there by hand but life is very difficult. I hope it doesn't last much longer. I'm afraid they'll say that it's all so frozen they will have to leave it until they thaw out by themselves. Can't even let the kitchen fire get too hot in case the tank gets overheated and bursts. However the front room fire keeps going and with the kerosene heaters in the bedrooms we keep warm enough.
Barbie hurt her hand or thinks she did and is showing it to Nancy. Nancy rubs it for her and says poor little kid about 60 times. She also rubs her other hand and goes to the extreme of trying to tell Barbie she is going to call the hospital. They are very amiable with each other but daresay it is but a passing phase. A while back Barbie was in the car pushing herself back and forth with her feet. Nancy came along and draped herself across the radiator and Barbie happily pushed them both along, still with her feet.
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