Yesterday was the first of two days of orientation for parents and students at the University of South Florida. Emma and her BFF, Corinne, are heading off to USF as dorm roomies in a few weeks, so we went to orientation together. Actually the Moms and daughters went down early and are staying there for the entire 2 day event. I drove down and back yesterday for the main parent orientation day.
It was good. They (USF) seem to be doing everything reasonable to help kids and parents make the transition and be successful. The girls got to stay in the dorms for a preview of dorm life and they had a whole evening of on-campus music and entertainment (parents verboten) to reward the kids for a long day of sessions about college life.
It was a long day for parents too, especially for me, because I had stayed up way too late the night before reading "The Cold Moon" by J. Deaver. I was tired, frumpy, and a little grumpy when the alarm went off early yesterday.
It got better with a little coffee, but I was still dragging most of the day.
(Jan and Doc at the the Moffitt Cancer Center, if you're reading this, I wanted to stop in and say hi, but our schedule was jampacked. I'm sure I'll get a chance in the upcoming academic year.)
By the time I left Tampa, the sun was setting. Afternoon T-storms had moved across my path home and the air was cool enough to drop the windows in the JEEP. I cranked up Jr.'s Nickelback cd he left on the seat and rocked all the way home.
Switching gears ...
The six newly hatched chicks are down from six to four already. I discovered that the same morning I found a new set of sandy cat prints all over my JEEP, so my guess is that they were the victims of cat owner irresponsibility since I don't own any of these destructive beasts.
As a result, I have reversed my original plan to "let chickens be chickens".
The two banty roosters, "Vader" and "Hoot" are now evicted from the chicken tractor and free ranging. A side effect of this is they are also FREELY POOPING ON MY PORCH!
It's the butterfly effect all over again.
Meanwhile, the hen and her four survivors have moved into the chicken tractor and it has been moved close to the porch where the dogs rule ... and hopefully deter predators.
One more gear switch ...
Blogger has a poll function now and I intend for mine to be mostly off topic oddities that pop into my head.
It's just for fun and I'll change it at least weekly.
On the POPcorn poll, I was in the "just salt" camp, but 63% of respondents wanted salt and butter.
Wait ... one more gear switch ...
Last week I casually mentioned to Emma that since she had a real job now at B.K. Cypress Log Homes, she should think about opening an IRA. We were driving back from St. Augustine, just the two of us, and I was explaining how IRA's work and the wonder of compound interest over a long period of time ... for her, about 41 years at least.
I told her that she could start out small since opening one now would be such a fantastic headstart on an retirement account since she's 18. I didn't push her, I just explained the IRA concept and how an early start might someday allow her to retire when she WANTS to, not when she is ALLOWED to do so.
Last week, Mrs. FC and Emma were doing some banking in preparation for opening an account down at USF. Mrs. FC called me up and said, "Well, your 18 year old daughter just astounded the entire credit union staff from the tellers to the branch manager by opening an IRA with $1000 of her savings."
Don't you love it when you realize, they really were listening and your advice matters?