Begin Week #8

I always slip my little digital camera in my pocket before I step out the door. Yes, always, but not this morning. The Housing Office called to notify us that our personal household goods were being delivered tomorrow. The two large crates they were stuffed in have spent weeks crossing the Pacific on a slow container ship. Arrangements had to be made with the Housing Office to have the few sticks of furniture we borrowed from the Navy in the meantime to be picked up. It was so nice and cool outside I opted walk to the office instead of drive, but the gray overcast ceiling was showing signs of drizzle so I left the camera behind. I take good care of my possessions.

Halfway there I regretted leaving it. A resident of a townhouse along the way had a good-sized yucca plant, or pita as we call them in South Texas, growing tall as a part of the yard's landscape. It was blooming with a nice big white head of blossoms. It made me think of the Ranch and I would have liked to take a picture of it. Alas, no camera.

Now when I stepped into the Housing Office I really did wish I had a camera. This absolutely gorgeous Japanese girl was sitting behind her desk. She was Asian perfection personified, a flawless beauty. On her desk sat a name plate with her name engraved in big gold all-cap letters spelling out MS. HOTTE. I kid you not. She was ever so friendly and a gifted conversationalist. She talked about her job, the photos she had ringing her cubicle, and her recent climb of Mt. Fuji. She was an enchantress. I could kick myself for not having my camera. Oh well, I can always go back and take a picture of the pita.