A visit with Sharon

I’m in Sharon’s house in Herndon. We’re sitting on the couch, visiting and reminiscing about the good times we had. If i sit with my back against the back of the couch, my knees aren’t even close to the end of the couch so my feet stick straight out (like a little child sitting in an adult chair). It’s not comfortable and i make some comment about the size of the couch. I move closer to the edge so my feet can be on the ground. Sharon’s making a point about how she has cream colored carpet and a cream colored couch and even with pets, she manages to keep them clean. I’m not impressed because i know that she’s particular about her stuff and always keeps things nice. I ask her if she has any relatives living nearby and as i start to say “Or are they all in West Virginia” she says “No, they’re all in West Virginia.” I ask her what part and she replies with the name of a town i recognize (but can’t remember now). I ask her if it’s near Clarksburg because that’s where Scott’s sister lives and start telling her about the town and how cute it is, with old Victorian houses and old brick buildings. I tell her that if i had to live in WV i’d want to live in Clarksburg because it’s got a Books-a-Million and a Wal-Mart. We are immediately transported to Clarksburg. We’re in the old downtown area (but it looks like dad’s home town in Breckenridge MN). Sharon and i walk into a large fenced in field/lawn. There are people digging in the sod between rows of white plastic barrels. We walk through and nobody acknowledges us. Sharon makes a comment about how unfriendly these West Virginian’s are. Before she finished getting the words out of her mouth the ‘supervisor’ in a white lab coat comes running after us, berating us for not giving them the chance to be friendly. Basically he’s blaming us for not acknowledging the workers first. We just kinda shrug and walk away, ignoring him.

That’s all i remember.

The field with the diggers and white plastic barrels. I think maybe it’s a church cemetery and they’re digging graves.

I’ve always loved Sharon’s house. It was the house her grandparents lived in. She took me there many, many years before she ever lived there and i loved it way back then. After she did live there, i spent many good times with her there. We had a fun xmas together in that house. I’m glad she’s still living there.