One Last Night in Tallahassee

Jose is here. I can now leave. Supa-cool. Plane leaves at 7:25am, so I’ll have to get out of the hotel about 6 o’clock in the morning and get up even earlier. Such a morning is blight on the face of heaven if ever there was one, but I’m going home.  I’ve seen Tallahassee and Albany and all the fields and plantations in between. I’ve seen the Apalachicola National Forest, though not much of it, just what you can see from the road. I’ve seen armadillos, lizards, Florida buzzards (turkey vultures), and one big-ass fly… it was dead on the window sill outside my room, but the thing was the size of my thumb. Yuck…, but I didn’t see any gators (alligators, that is; I saw plenty of the college type gators). I drove up the gulf coast and I stood in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. I took a few pictures, but not enough. I explored a little, but not enough. I wouldn’t want to live here in Tallahassee, but it was good to experience it. I’m going home.

I think I’m coming down with a cold. Woke up the last two mornings with a nasty tickle in my throat and as I sit here now I feel as though I may be running a low fever. I really don’t want to get sick.

Anybody heard of cowboy action shooting? I’ve been looking into it a bit. Sounds interesting and fun, but I don’t know if it’s anything that Tasha would enjoy and really I’m looking for something we can do together. I looked into motorcycle training courses, thought it’d be fun to get her riding, but they’re all booked up at the local colleges. The Harley Davidson dealer is offering a course, but they want $300, a lot more than the colleges want for the same course. Just need to find something that gets us out of the house and active, maybe meet some folks. If we’re going to stay in Grand Rapids much longer we’ve got to get some friends on this side of the state.

Anyway, I’m going home. Later.