Ah, it’s like I said: the more things change, the more they stay the same.
— Quark, speaking the final line of “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.”
The third Star Trek series, “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine,” is now on Netflix Instant Queue. I don’t want to dwell on the series or the franchise as a whole, but I do want to say that I’m looking forward to re-watching the series. I have seen all of “Next Generation” and all of “Voyager” twice (or more…) when they’ve been in re-runs over the years, but “DS9,” for some reason, hasn’t been re-played as often since it left television 12 years ago. At the time, I didn’t like “DS9” as much because, especially in the latter half of the series, they moved to more of a “serial plotline” structure where each episode tied into subsequent episodes. Back then, I didn’t like it, but now, in the wake of excellent shows like “Lost” and “Battlestar Galactica,” I think I may appreciate “DS9” more than I did. Today, it seems like practically every drama on television is doing it. As my Mom always says, “everything goes back to Star Trek”…
Nay, the real reason this post exists is because we visited St. Louis this past weekend. As has been mentioned before, Brooke has been living down there four days a week while Meg and I have been in Iowa, only seeing each other on weekends. This past Thursday, however, I went down to speak with a potential employer at Washington University. No details to write on that front yet, but hopefully it’ll pan out in the near future.
As part of the visit, I decided to stay down there through Sunday (with Meg, of course), getting a chance to see some people that I haven’t seen in awhile. Meg and I went by SLU on Friday morning, then I went out to lunch with some friends from there. We went apple picking on Friday afternoon (more on that in another post) with other friends, and then had dinner with them Friday night. We checked out a potential place to live (assuming I get this job soon…) on Saturday, then went out to dinner with Brooke’s family on Saturday night. And finally, we went to our old church, Webster Hills, on Sunday morning.
And that brings us to the apropos quote from above: the more things change, the more they stay the same. Things at SLU had definitely changed a bit. Some new construction, some new faces. Dr. Westfall will be retiring sometime late next year, so more changes are definitely in store for my old department. New progress on research that has carried on in my absence, which is the way of things.
Oh, and in news where change isn’t so good, it seems like every light on Kingshighway now has a “Photo Enforced” sign on it. Very bad. I’ll be doing my best to avoid those shenanigans.
At church on Sunday, though, in many ways, it’s like we’d never left. They did an acoustic “service in the round” where all the folks in the congregation were in a circle surrounding the altar area (this was our idea a few years ago, for the record). The music was mostly stuff we knew, but there was a newer one we hadn’t heard before. They also interspersed Bible verse readings between the verses of some of the songs: a nice addition. There weren’t many new faces there, but there were quite a few people there we hadn’t seen in a long time, so that was excellent. Basically, being there felt like “home” again.
I guess this separation of our family is just getting to me. While I don’t mind moving forward with life, getting to do “bigger and better things,” in many ways, I just want to go back to the life we had when we lived in St. Louis: just with a baby along this time. We ate out on the patio in Soulard on Friday for lunch and all I could think of was how I missed living down there. It was a spectacular day, after all, and with the leaves starting to change color, it made me wish I could walk home rather than have to drive 5 hours to get to my real house.
It will be interesting to look back on our time in Iowa in 12 years like I’m looking back on “DS9,” whether I will dislike it because of our most recent experience(s), or whether I will grow to appreciate it more. Right now, though, to continue the analogy, I just want to go back to “The Next Generation:” I was happy with it.
So…..I woke up Saturday morning to my driver’s side windows both being smashed out. Our cars are always parked on the street, so it’s really not all that surprising, but not how I expected to spend my Saturday morning. So, I made the police report, settled everything with the insurance company, and have new windows, but this morning I had to drive to Chesterfield to have an estimate made of the damages to the inside from the glass and rain. As far as I know, the punks (or “knuckleheads” according to the officer who took my report) have been apprehended and are being charged with breaking the windows out of multiple cars.
