A VIGNETTE

           

There Scott and I are, out on the grass in front of Dog Shit Acres.  Three, old, pre-WWII, officers housing buildings that had been floated down from Camp Pendleton to OB.  Real lath and plaster one and two bedroom units.  When I moved in they were poorly cared for leading to their nickname.  I loved the solidity of my two bedroom unit. 

He has a beer in his hands, and I have a glass of wine and a book.  The world is driving by right in front of us or stopping to chat.

Bobbie brought Scott and another sailor home during the sixties.  Paul and I knew him for many years when we lived in IB.  Now here I was, a single mother, and he was living right across the street.  On sunny afternoons or weekends, we could often be seen watching the denizens of OB pass on by.

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• Himself:  At work extra early because he has PT.
• Myself:  Pool: M,W,F.  Work: Tue, Thurs.  Laundry, cleaning, groceries, errands.  TV: Antiques Roadshow tho I know it is all arranged.
• Reading:  And old Jonathan Kellerman.
• Gratitude’s:  Saying Good Morning to my Friend Katy.