We had a senior missionary event scheduled this evening, and of course it was in San Diego, so as usual we decided to “make a day of it”. We drove out early in the day and met up with two other senior missionary couples, the Farrers and the Wings, for lunch.
As we finished lunch, the Farrers asked “what are we doing next?” Pepper and I hadn’t really planned anything– we thought we might head to the beach. But on a whim, we decided to show them around Balboa Park, as they’d never been there. They loved it. Sister Farrer really enjoys gardening and flowers, and we had an opportunity to see so many flowers. There’s a massive garden devoted solely to roses.
After walking through the park a bit, they were beginning to tire (Elder Farrer is 85 years old) so we opted to head over to the Mormon Battalion for a tour. Our family had been there back in 2015, and as it turned out, not much has changed since then. I did get to put on some olde tyme military garb:
After the tour, there’s a little outdoor area where you can learn about brickmaking and panning for gold. We remembered the photo of Kyra and Alex with their bricks…
And I’m pretty sure the same bricks are still sitting there.
And Zack enjoyed panning for gold nine years ago…
Sister Farrer found some gold as well! (And those pans appear to be the same…)
We had a wonderful time hanging out with the Farrers, and they were grateful for the tours. Sometimes impromptu plans are the best plans.
We were grocery shopping today, and I decided to pick up some proper Halloween candy.
For some reason I can’t fully explain, the mellowcreme pumpkins taste so much better than candy corn. And two and a half pounds should last me a while. Woo hoo!
There are a bunch of feral cats roaming our apartment complex. I guess they just live here, like the feral roosters in Kauai. A few months ago one of our missionaries, Sister Johnson, named two of them. There’s Garfield, who’s (not surprisingly) an orange tabby. And there’s Gary, who’s… everyone else. Any time we see a cat that’s not an orange tabby, we just call him Gary.
Here’s Gary lounging on the apartment steps tonight:
There are at least a dozen Garys. There’s also a single all-black cat, who we’ve named Magic Gary since black cats always have a wizard somewhere nearby.
It’s fun to have Garys around– we usually pet them if we’re walking past and they don’t run away (they’re pretty skittish).
As seminary teachers, we’re always looking for fun ways to engage the youth in our discussions of the gospel. We struck upon the idea of using miniature Jesus figures. Today our Amazon Echo had a notification for us:
Good afternoon, Cosmo. Your Little Jesus has arrived.
I went out to the mailbox to get my box of 100 inch-high rubber Jesuses. We decided to call them Jesusitos (“little Jesuses”).
We haven’t yet figured out exactly what we’re going to do with them, but for starters I think we’re going to secretly tuck them into the missionaries’ bags. They’ll enjoy the mystery.
A few months ago we were on the Marine Corps Air Station at Miramar for their annual 5k run. Today we were back, this time for their annual air show. They have a stellar lineup of aerial performances, and we were told it was an event not to be missed.
As usual, because we were driving a hundred miles into the city, we felt like we should do more than just one thing. We invited another senior missionary couple to join us for lunch.
As we were chatting and mentioned that we used to live in Longmont, Kristy asked if we knew Dave and Liz Nelson… our good friends there! Yes, we’ve known them for decades. And it turned out Liz was her best friend growing up in California. Small world!
Unsurprisingly, the air show was packed with people. Unfortunately, we ended up parking so far away that we missed one of the “don’t miss this” performances. But we still caught several hours’ worth of good stuff. We started out on the tarmac in the cheap seats (meaning: free).
But the view wasn’t great, and it was hot on the concrete with the sun beating down. We relented and purchased a couple of tickets in the grandstands, which had a much better view and also featured several of our friends.
There were so many exciting things to watch as the planes zoomed overhead. My “good” camera is back in Montana, so all I had to work with was my phone and a little point-and-shoot camera. Both of them were difficult to use in the bright sun, so I ended up with at least a dozen photos of empty blue sky as I attempted to track the jets overhead. My pictures didn’t turn out well, but they’re good reminders of what we saw…
An F-22 Raptor goes transonic (notice the plume of water vapor as it accelerates):
That same Raptor flew really slowly in formation with a classic P-51 Mustang of World War II vintage. I’m sure the Mustang was going as fast as its little propeller could take it, while the Raptor was bordering on a stall. It was cool to see them together, though.
Several biplanes were featured, and frankly I was astonished at the sorts of acrobatics biplanes are capable of doing.
They did flips, twists, rolls, falling from a high stall, and fast dives. Daredevils indeed.
The highlight of the show was, naturally, the Blue Angels. They’re the Navy’s premier aerobatic squadron, and they’re something of a hometown favorite because their training ground is right here in El Centro. They performed all sorts of high-speed high-precision maneuvers.
Their “diamond” formation is amazing to see. They maintain about eighteen inches of separation between cockpit and wing.
It was so cool to see them roar overhead in tight formation.
We’re excited to see them again in March, when they start their show season in El Centro before touring the country.
Overall the air show was amazing (and loud!) and we thoroughly enjoyed it. Afterward we met up with a group of friends at a restaurant called Boomerang’s…
… which the owner sadly informed us would be closing permanently in two days. He’d been in business for seventeen years, but the landlord doubled his rent and he isn’t profitable enough to pay that, so the restaurant is finished. Too bad– the food was quite good.
A great day with great friends. And some airplanes.
Another six weeks have come and gone, and our little family in the Valley is changing again. We loved the missionaries in our first transfer, and again in our second, and now we’re saying goodbye to those in the third. Here’s a fine-looking bunch of guys:
And the rest of the zone:
A few are staying with us, and we’ll be gaining seven new missionaries. Four of them have just started their assignments, so they’ll be brand new to mission life. It’ll be fun.
My friend Ryder is serving a mission in the St Charles area (small world!) and sent me this photo from a local game store:
Just last week, I finished reading the Lord of the Rings trilogy for the tenth time, so Middle-earth was on my mind. It was really cool to see this wall-sized map of the fantasy world. We traded a few emails about it, and it turns out he’s almost— almost– as big a nerd about Lord of the Rings as I am.
I keep hoping that the board games I bought a couple months ago will come in handy. But when we get together with the missionaries, they typically want to play sports (which is great) or more simple games. Today we played a rousing game of Scum. Sisters Maravilla and Olsen were– in their words– the best scum. Here they’re doing their job of shuffling the gigantic cards:
After Scum, Pepper and I convinced the dozen missionaries that Catch Phrase would be a good time. Sure enough, it was an absolute riot. It was men versus women (mostly; Elder Steinhour played with the gals because there weren’t enough for balanced teams). The ladies took the first game and handed the guys a crushing defeat. The second game was much closer, with both teams neck-and-neck as we traded victory in each round. Sister Maravilla was hilarious to watch because she’d be sitting down when she got her word, but she’d gradually stand up as she gave clues, even pushing her chair back and getting more and more animated. There was a lot of screaming and cheering by both teams.
It all came down to the final round. The teams were tied, and tensions were high. Here’s what it looked like as we went through the last few words and hit the buzzer:
About a month ago, we invited the four sister missionaries serving in the Valley to our place for a pizza night. It was a ton of fun, and the ladies loved making and baking their own pies.
Last week, we were doing apartment inspections… we have monthly appointments to make sure all the missionaries keep their homes clean, and we help them repair things that are broken or missing. We decided on a whim to award a pizza party to the companionship who had the cleanest apartment. Not surprisingly, it was the sisters. They asked if the other sisters could join us for the party. Of course four missionaries is more fun than two, so tonight we had all of them over and we made our pizzas.
When you’ve done something twice, I think it’s officially a “tradition”. So I guess we’ll offer the award again next month, and see if the guys can rise to the challenge…
