It turns out that at least two friends have pomegranate molasses ready for deployment should a recipe call for it. How nice for them, 9,500 miles away from my cry for help. I’ve moved on.
We are going to a Hail and Farewell tomorrow evening. It is a potluck, a word almost synonymous with Berkeley, where I grew up. On the other hand, while Berkeley put the pot in potluck, sailors visiting here on port call are warned that Singapore is more strict with drug possession than the Navy. I am just bringing Asian honeyed chicken wings.
Judging by the number of new faces at the spouse association’s luncheon a lot of new people have joined the command. There are also some new children in the neighborhood who are close in age to Citrus, which is a good thing since we are such a small community to begin with and finding a play-date for her can be hard when school and travel are factored in. Her social life is often my social life.
I am trying to change that. I have not been kicked off the bowling team, a good start. Some of the other spouse activities are not my thing — scrapbooking — though I will have to find out if the book club is about books or about drinking wine. Some people play Bunco but I would like to find some people interested in mahjong since we have a nice bakelite set.
I am not the only guy here, just one of the few not in uniform. About five of us or eight percent of the command’s spouses. Three work, one is retired, I chase after my daughter.
Maybe I can teach her to be a mahjong champion.
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Mahjong champion and also you need to teach her to do the dragon thing. Haven’t you built those 9′ posts yet?