Monday, August 07, 2006
Saturday, August 05, 2006
My younger brother carried my son in and lay him on the single bed. My son was in a program where he would become a naval officer. My son had been on duty all night, and was dead tired, so my brother carried him home and put him on the bed.
I was proud of my son, and I had been at a navy-related event, where I had talked with an admiral about my son, and what he was doing. We were all wearing our dress uniforms. The Admiral's uniform was rather different, as it was almost a dark, gray-blue, with silver braid, rather than gold, as is the case in real life. The Admiral was rather broad across, and there was so much silver braid, he almost looked like he was in some foreign navy, rather than ours. I was wearing my Lieutenant-Commander uniform at the event, since uniforms were required.
Later, my son was awake, and he was concerned that he could not log into American Express to check his balance, since for some reason, his password didn't work. My son had many of his belongings at our house. There was a half-built, balsa wood aircraft on a round table. About a dozen and a half of his keys were on the dresser top, and my wife was looking at the keys, looking for a specific key. Some had pastic tops that looked like car keys, while others were small, brass, with a round top, like cube drawer and flipper keys.
Later, I look out a window, and see my brother out on the lush, green lawn with a large square of brown cloth with small colored squares as a pattern. He is with other long-haired people who smoke, and wear Levis. The woman he is with is slender, about 5ft-6in, and has long, light brown hair.