Take a well day.
I looked into the sky recently....and once again I am taken back to a time gone by. I was with Carl, who was starting out as a yacht designer. And I was starting out as a wife. He was 25 and I was 21. While he was analyzing the boat, I was analyzing the clouds. I had begun working at the glider field and had the day off, so off I went with him. I was laying on the dock, looking up to the sky and watching clean, white puffy clouds form and dissipate, form and dissipate. I had no idea about what would happen in the next years. But it didn't matter. I was literally in that moment. I had been previously employed as a part-time Clerk-typist II.for the State of California, in Oakland, at a youth center. Every time I built up some time for a half day off, I took it. It was a horrible job. I worked in an office that had some type of plexi-glass windows that surrounded us... and kept us from the kids. The men and women who worked there were continuously ripping off the stat