A VIGNETTE in Postcards 4

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, poorly cared for leading to its 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.

Last updated November 26, 2018