I know this: Going to Florida is a lot like staying home. Going to the Carribbean is also a lot like staying home. I know these things because I've done both in the last 14 months.
Jesse and I discussed awhile back the fact that "Florida College" could just as easily have been "Colorado College". What were they thinking?
Oh, well, so the trip was rainy -- we didn't get soaked or anything. The college was interesting. The only building I went into was Hutchinson Auditorium, which looks like it does in the pictures except that the red roof is dirty. :-) The rest of the buildings are beige. Do other colors of paint cost more?
I attended "chapel" with Jesse on Friday morning, where we sat near the back because he registered late for classes and didn't get a good assigned seat. During the school song, I just stood there for a few moments until he pointed out that it was pasted in the front of the book, separate and apart from the numbered songs. I think it didn't really belong in the book, though, because the note heads were all shaped like "sol".
On Saturday evening we all went to a melodrama there, which was as melodramatic as it should have been.
On Sunday morning we worshipped with the saints at Henderson Blvd. Marty Pickup was the visiting preacher, and spoke about the supposed "lost books" of the Bible. Very interesting. I haven't ever discussed this issue with anyone, but if it ever comes up I'll know something about it now.
Following the service they announced that, because they allow their parking to be used by customers of Outback Steakhouse across the street, the steakhouse was going to have them (and us, by extension) all over for lunch. (Outback is not normally open for lunch.) Now, that was a nice surprise!
On Sunday evening we worshipped with the University group. Among the visitors were the Coffeys from Centerville, TX.
Jesse, Brian, and Tim's apartment (I could probably link them because they're probably on Pleo, but I don't know their userids) is exceptional, in that it's actually decorated. Because it's neat and clean, you might think it doesn't look like guys live there, but all of the old long playing albums decorating the walls give it away as the residence of males.
(Okay, I found Brian, but his blog is dead and I don't understand why it's called "andrew87" anyway. I don't remember Tim's last name so I can't Google him.)
Rental car: Kia Spectra. Very nice. Quieter than our 3rd gen. Altima (although new Altimas may be quieter). Wouldn't be a bad work car for me should the Saturn ever die. I was talked into the insurance on it. In the past I have always said "no", but the woman said that if I had an accident and it were out of service, I would have to pay rental on it for every day. Being on the spot, I took it, which essentially doubled the rental price. I don't know whether she was telling the truth, and I don't know whether my insurance company, or perhaps the credit card company, would have taken care of the expense. I know I wasn't going to wreck the car, and should have had enough confidence in that to refuse. Oh, well.
Anyway, it was a good trip. On the way home yesterday, I saw a rainbow from above.
Thank you, Jesse, for asking us to go visit. I'm really excited about your plans, and that everything seems to be working out great.
That makes this a very contented time in my life... both sons' lives seem to be on track, which is exactly what we've been working on for the last 23 years. (Jacquelyn has been working for 23 years. I started about 5 years ago.) I think my job is pretty much done. Contentment! Having thought about things on the way home, I've concluded that I'm really finished with the pro-active part of parenthood. The job for now is to help out or give advice when help or advice is requested.