The dear son stopped by on his way home from work as an educator at the Long Beach Museum of Art. Here he is dressed for work on July 9, his first day on the job.
Like many recent college grads, he is not earning enough to afford an apartment on his own. (His museum gig pays only $10/hour and is only 30 hours a week, so he also waits tables three nights a week.) He splits his time, as he has done since age 4, between his father's house and my apartment. But when he's staying at his dad's, he still sometimes drops by for an after-work Corona, as he did this afternoon, or for dinner between the museum and the restaurant, as he did yesterday.
Always so good to see him, if only for a few minutes.
Today he brought me a watercolor he had painted during his free time at the museum. The young ladies who hold similar positions with the museum are always busy with crafts, so he thought he'd do something besides twiddle his thumbs too. It's a colorful scene with an oil island, a palm tree, a sailboat, a tanker, and a yellow umbrella--in short, just the gorgeous sort of view he sees every day at the museum. If you're going to have a job with down time, this is the place to have it, situated as the museum is right on the ocean.
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