My
Journal
By
Harriman Nelson
In
God We Trust
Authors Notes:
Written by Carol aka Catfish Foss
Presented with grateful thanks to Carol Atwood
and Janet Robertson for their undying help and assistance with this tale. Any mistakes or oversights in grammar and
content are mine alone.
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Had
another bad dream last night. At least I was home with Emmie, so I didn’t scare
the crew. I didn’t tell Emmie about it either. She certainly doesn’t need
anything more to worry about, what with the impending arrival of the twins
soon.
Bad
enough we’ve had some disagreements in selecting their names, the doctors think
it will be a difficult delivery.
She
fixed me breakfast though we hired a housekeeper for the duration. I can’t say
I’m too pleased with Mrs. Cannon. Her chief claim to fame as a cook is calling
one of local eateries for take-out. Otherwise, she keeps the house reasonably clean
and tidy, and renders whatever personal assistance Emmie needs at times.
She
also has her own ideas on what to name the twins when they’re born. I can’t say
I like names after flowers and animals for them. My own choices are Emily and
Harry. Emmie’s are Louise and Leon.
Neither of us have come to a compromise.
I
have to report to Seaview tomorrow, and it still pains me to see her in
Navy
Gray,
since Lee had been so happy with her as a scarlet lady. But placed on active
duty since the declaration of war with People Republic’s Alliance, it was
thought best to have a uniform presence with other subs the Pacific Fleet.
Saw
Lee on the news last night. Looks haggard, but at least Winston and Sweetie were by his
side in the Oval Office. They can give him some comfort that no person can.
Some
of his advisers have said he should be in uniform, after all he’s still a Navy
Reserve officer, technically anyway , as well as the military’s commander in chief.
But so far, he’s only pinned on Seaview’s ship’s wheel insignia onto his
civvies.
I
was glad to see him wearing the George Washington ring. I can only hope it will
help strengthen him, emotionally, anyway, as
old George had his share of
incredibly difficult situations and got through them okay. While nobody knows
that it was me who purchased it, I still feel it best that little fact is still
unknown, even by Lee.
Lee’s
also still wearing the Nelson family ring, a reminder of his adopted family, his
wedding band, and his own onyx ring, something from his past that he’s hardly
ever been without.
His
new digital eyeball looks almost normal, as they’ve given the iris some color.
Almost matches his real eye, but not quite. Joe tells me it bothers Lee a lot,
oh, not the color but the occasional pain with his optic nerve. The new socket
was supposed to prevent that. Perhaps he’ll need further surgical procedure.
But he just doesn’t have the time right now. In the meantime, if it gets too
bad, he can still just detach the eyeball from the metal socket. I just hope he
doesn’t leave it laying out unsecured. We all remember the damage his cat
caused her impromptu toy.
Speaking
of toys, what the hell do I purchase for the twins? I’m afraid I’ll need some
expert advice about such things as times have changed so much, I’m a bit of a
dinosaur when it comes to the kinds of things deemed appropriate for boys and
girls. In my day there were definite divisions by gender. Now, who knows?
Breakfast
has arrived, and I can only wonder what my poor old credit card is up to now.
These new delivery services aren’t too much extra, but then, we Nelsons are
good tippers.
I plan to spend a leisurely day with Emmie,
one of the last, I’m sure, that we’ll have for a while.