The Final Day
Monday, June 12, 2006
Note: The days between the last post and this were nasty. I have to leave them out.
It’s evening. We leave tomorrow morning. Amy has been hired back for four hours a day to help Marianne. She starts tomorrow. We took Marianne to the PX to buy a small rug and to the commissary. On a Navy base, there are no fat people. Everybody, male and female, military or civilian, they are in pretty damn good shape.
We paid for Marianne’s rug and walked outside. A car starting honking in a rhythmical way. It was Donald’s car. Then the honking stopped. The keys were in Leigh’s pocket so there was no way she could have hit the alarm button to set it off, let alone to turn it off.
“Cool. Donald’s letting us know he’s watching over you,” I told Marianne.
She smiled. “Yes, he is.”
Came home later went up to Orange Ave. Fourth St. and Orange were wall-to-wall traffic as the shift on the base changed.
I liked Coronado 20 years ago. Now it’s so overdeveloped, so overcrowded and so laden with rich people that I have no use for it anymore. I think I said that last year, too.
Was a nervous wreck today. Politics. Fights. Deception. Greed.
Get me out of here.