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.
I look out the window and smile at my neighbor's lights and decorations. If it's evening and they're lit, I text her a thanks.
ReplyDeleteI love how the sketches give a glimpse of your life, Mage.
ReplyDeleteTook me a minute to realize what you were doing, but I still haven't decoded it all. :-)
ReplyDeleteLove that we can stay connected through our blogs... love you and G!
ReplyDeleteWhimsical drawing.
ReplyDeleteRelaxing times.
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