The last two days have been pretty steady rainfall. Plus, our temperature has been quite cool… yesterday (at our house) we reached a high of 61. This morning is a cool 56.
Since we have very little happening concerning the renovation of our cottage and so many of you have asked, we decided to share with you how Scott and I met.
As a divorced (legally blind) mother with a six year old teeny (24 lbs.) medically fragile son who needed a wheelchair to move around, I was between happy to be alone with Josh and terrified how we would manage. I had always been married. But, life is an adventure and I was determined to adventure.
Through work I had been dating who I thought was a lovely man stationed at Pearl Harbor. He enjoyed Josh and when spending time with us he always included Josh. Then, he let it slip he was married. I asked him to leave… thinking that was that… good riddance…
But every few days he called to see if Josh was all right or needed anything. When I did not return his calls, he would show up to see if we were doing okay. (Now this man genuinely cared to know we were okay, but I wanted nothing to do with him, platonic or otherwise). Fortunately, this was in the day we finally had answering machines. He would call. The answering machine took the message. I learned when he would be out of his office and I called and left a message with one of the other men in the office. As long as I returned his calls, he did not show up at my apartment.
Call came in. I called the Naval Submarine Training Center of the Pacific and left message that I would be out, but Josh and I were doing fine.
Calls in… Return message…
Only, the same man kept answering the phone… every time I called!
“Naval Training Center of the Pacific, Advanced Engineering Division, Senior Chief Bower, may I help you?”
“Is ….. there?”
“No, he isn’t. Could I take a message?”
“No, just tell …. I called and I will be out the rest of the day, please.”
This went on for weeks.
Senior Chief Bower started calling me “On the Road Again”
We started chatting a few minutes here and there. (He had a fabulous voice)
I checked with the other man if Senior Chief Bower was married.
“No, he has been on his own for seven years.”
Soon I wasn’t really calling to leave a message, but to chat.
Our conversations strayed into more personal matters. This went on for months.
CD players came out with surround sound. As I was installing a surround-sound hook-up to my CD system, I ran into a glitch. I called Senior Chief Bower to see if he knew what I might have missed. As we were talking I kept fiddling with the different wires. Suddenly, Rachmaninoff filled the room.
“Guess you figured it out,” he chuckled.
Several weeks later we decided he should come over to hear my surround sound in person and have dinner. The rest is history…
