drizzly

After a most happy visit we are on I-10 West heading for the US231 exit and South for Panama City. Our girls’ band did a bang up job at the football game last evening, my seat had a clear view to watch the drum line, again Charlotte was in clear view 

though I only caught a couple glimpses of Caroline, again on the far side. We were resigned to a Lincoln loss to a high rated team, the Palmetto Tigers, who came all the way up from Bradenton. But Lincoln took the lead straight away and, though the Tigers threatened at times, they never did what we anticipated and when the second half began with the Tigers way too close, the Trojans began to widen the score. Trojans 42, Tigers 23.

Espresso from Tass’s new machine to keep me awake through the game. Postgame supper back in the motel, shrimp from Fresh Market and half a cheese omelet left over from breakfast, bed at eleven pm and slept until 7:15 am.

Nice motel breakfast this morning, bowl of proper grits with grated cheese stirred in, and a sausage patty. Proper grits are thick never soupy, and if “stone ground” or something for large grain, all the better. Salt, never sugar, sugar on grits signifies a damnyankee.

FSU homecoming today, the near-empty motel filled up last evening. Hoping FSU wins their game, and I had high hopes for Willie Taggart, but the Seminoles have the highest expectations of their football program, and I fear Taggart’s toast regardless of today’s score. 

Started with high hopes and Great Expectations for Jim Harbaugh too, but the Wolverines have been sitting at the end of the runway cleared for takeoff way too long. I thought Harbaugh was going to be B1G’s Saban or, good, better, best of all, Schembechler 234-65-8 redivivus. But firing Harbaugh would be as unthinkable as firing Bo, and anyway to whom else would we go, Jim is he who was to come. So today, 8 ND 19 Mich. Go Blue all the same. Is Saban really all that great a coach, or does he just know how to attract the best coaches and the most promising and dedicated players. 

Supper on Thursday and Friday lunch, we had a nice visit with Kate, Jeremy’s mother, who’s here from England.

Overcast, gray sky, except for the green trees, looks like Pennsylvania fall chill out there, but the car thermometer says “76° out.”

MARIANNA NEXT TWO EXITS says the green road sign. Snapped off high stumps by the tens or hundreds of thousands, Hurricane Michael devastation nearly wiped out the pine trees along here. Psalm 13:1, Habakkuk 1:2, et al, How long, Lord?

Way overcast. Drizzle where we are now. Pray for good homecoming weather in Tallahassee. Send the clouds upon somebody else.

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