Home again, and waiting for Delta to deliver the luggage they sent first to San Diego and then to Salt Lake City. Thanks, Delta! I always wanted my dirty clothing to travel several hundred more miles than I did.
But, home again.
The weekend was a whirlwind, and it represented the final portion of the intelligence gathering stage--as if we haven't been doing enough of that for the last two years. Still, it helped the son to arrive at a decision. He's been quite fortunate to have been accepted for admission to a lot of very fine schools, including the two top state universities.
I'm just glad that this part is done.
I can't believe I have to go through it all again with the daughter, starting next year when she sits for her first PSAT.
I do firmly believe that at some point, I will be able to turn these two over to the world at large so they can start leading their own lives and I can get on with mine.
These days, it seems like a fond hope.
Go listen to some good music: "Ball of Confusion" from the album Express by Love and Rockets.