Monday, January 14, 1929
I am still holding the Rock down. The morning I spent on the trail of cargo boats. My best bet won’t arrive till Friday. There is one tomorrow for Malta and Greece. I would go on to Greece if it were not for a $10 visa fee. I have a hunch the P&O Lines rates for deck will be much higher than the Ellerman’s. However, I shall go talk to the Captain tomorrow morning. Don’t even know whether I want to leave here tomorrow.
No mail today and there must be some on the way which might not be forwarded. Also, I’m having a good time here. Went up to my relatives this afternoon after seeing the Am. Consul, and was promptly put to work. Tonight I returned for my job and paint-washed nearly a whole room. Makes me feel at home to do something like that and reminds me of a night during Hell Week when orders from The Most Omnipotent and Almighty Ruler of the Universe and Bearer of the Effervescent Torch made it necessary for 4 or 5 of us worms to spend a night paint-washing the whole third floor hall. After a couple of coffees I started my Sherman’s March to the Victoria. The weather is very mild and the night a dandy. I always enjoy this walk home. I must here confess I am no longer sweet (???) 17 and never been kissed (??) for my niece Kathy gave me the first one today I have had in over a half year. Today also marked my first music lesson in about 8 years—and given by my new sweetheart. I was so bum that I couldn’t get the fingering right so she made me practice all pieces with one hand first.
It being 1:45AM, I had better turn in. Make hay while the sun shines but hit the hay when it doesn’t.