THE UNEXPECTED in Postcards 4

“Look George, Isn’t that a landing craft.”

Tired and covered in graffiti, it was coming toward us down the bay. We had quietly escaped the dust moving at our house to eat breakfast by the bay. Every two weeks we do this while Marta is making our home livable again. I bring a camera, a book, and a sense of humor. George brings the energy to bound out of the truck and photograph things.

Then it pulled in to our revamped boat launch area. I gestured, and George bounded with his phone…the good camera having just run the batteries dry. What could this LCI load at a boat launch ramp.

Why it loaded a brand new GMC pickup. Easily. As the LCI began reversing, the men on board started tying down the truck and raising the ramp.

It began turning as it backed, and picking up speed with a wonderful rumble headed for the Commercial side of the Island.

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• Himself: Life remains on hold for the two of us. He made orange juice – by hand – forgetting the juicer right there on the counter. He mad bread. He “Sou Vide”d pork chops and chicken breasts.
• Myself: I read. Lots of Really wonderful writing by Bowen of the Metis.
• Reading: They do smoke a lot and drink a lot.
• Watching: Battle Bots
• Photo: George
• Gratitude’s: For our time in the sun by the bay.

Last updated February 06, 2021