Leaving San Diego XXXVII

On the wall above my bed hung a 40"x20" photo of a woodsy scene titled, "Summer's End." The frame was made of ornate plaster with gold and black paint. On the next wall hung a 16"x20" scene of a teddy bear and doll in a toy shop...all woven with colored yarn. This whole room was painted a light shade of pink. Over the desk hung a calendar with a photo of a blue, 1970 Pontiac GTO; old photos of grand kids, and newspaper clippings celebrating the grand opening of the new city incinerator on April 5th and lighting of the Mendota "burn pit." Next was tacked a notice of "free" membership to AARP. Then there were four, 10"x30" knitted yarn scenes of country meadows with wooden frames. Above a dark brown wooden chest hung an old 10"x16" baby photo in a frame that had the oval bubble glass. On each side of that photo hung a framed letter from a past wife with photo. High on a shelf in the pink room sat 27 teddy bears of various sizes. Below that hung two store-bought woods scenes in cheap, golden frames. A wire "thread rack" was suspended between the frames, holding 12 spools of colored thread. Below those sat the sewing machine. I could tell this room had sat exactly this way for many years. Everything was in its place and not allowed to move. Except for the sewing machine, that is. I pulled it out to plug my laptop into an outlet on the pink wall. There was great concern I would forget to move the sewing machine back and no one around with enough strength for the task. I scooted it over with one foot before we left.