06.22.1933

A grey oppressive day. We came officially to live here in our then just finished home, one year ago to-day! Gene works – swims – lunches – and works. Boll to dinner and then we play “Sorry” – Gene, as always, is the winner!

After dinner, when Boll leaves, we go upstairs and sit on my balcony – the lazy waves flap on the beach, the frogs singing their love songs, a sleepy bird speaks drowsing to its mate – the stars are so like jewels tonight – and Gene recites poetry to me – and tells me he loves me!

God is good!