Monday and the cool weather returns. It is again supposed to be about 85 degrees today and although the Canadian readers may think that is a heatwave, I'm stating this in fahrenheit and 80 degrees is not a heatwave folks. I remember my grandparents used to put a bowl of ice in front of a fan in the living room when Vancouver would hit 88 degrees. We'd laugh coming from Texas and the muggy, hot and humid conditions. Heat and temperature are all relative to the climate that you are used to. Dad has lived in Texas and Arizona in real heat and I have to laugh when I talk to him now and he tells me about the drought conditions in Canada and how hot its been. I look in the paper every day and see Vancouver topping out at a whopping 77 degrees and wonder if he is being taken in by the locals who haven't seen rain in three weeks and think that they are in heavy drought conditions. He told me that his grass is stressed because the city is experiencing water rationing due to the drought conditions. In fact, I just went and took a look at the weather section of the paper and see that Vancouver is due for 62 degrees today and showers and 53 degrees tomorrow and rain. I'd say that 5-day drought they were experiencing is over. Just an observation.

The weekend has come and gone. The boy's football teams dominated their opposition. Daniel's team won 27-0 in a real one-sided affair. David's team then went out (after the Junior Varsity won their game 32-0) and the Varsity backed up the junior squads with a 36-12 victory. Woodcreek's football program is the only undefeated program in their league and they all look good. We have speed at the skill positions and each of the defenses is obviously stellar. It could be a real fun year. They play one of the league's powerhouses this week on the road and we will get a sense of where this program is after that game. Stay tuned.

Darla and I went to a fundraiser for the football program on Saturday night. They had the affair at the Placer County fairgrounds in the shadow of the Saturday night races at the racetrack. Darla and I both had to grin at some of the mothers of the football players dressing up in slinky outfits and watching them strut their stuff. Nothing like a 40 year-old woman attempting to be 18 again. It makes me appreciate the adult woman that I married that much more. It was amusing up to the point that they started the music and the dancing and then it just got sad. The dinner was good: barbecued tri tip and chicken and we enjoyed the company of the folks that we sat with, but I could do without a repeat of this on a regular basis.

The Club Championship started on Sunday. I got dropped down into the first flight due to a couple of cancellations, so I had to play a 9-handicapper in the first round. I get twelve strokes based on my 11.1 index. It was a close match, but I was able to beat my opponent 2-up on the 18th hole. I had taken a 3-up lead with four holes to play, but lost the 15th and 16th holes before shooting a par to tie 17, putting me dormie for the match and then winning on number 18 with another par. We both shot 82 for the round. I have been fortunate in all of the club championships to win my opening round, but have always stumbled and lost in the second round. I will play a 7-handicapper next Saturday and take 5 strokes from him in the match. This guy can really bomb the ball off the tee, routinely outdriving me by 50-75 yards, but he can also be erratic, spraying his drives left and right. I'll let you know next week how I fare. If I win on Saturday, I'll play for the flight championship on Sunday.

David took his final driving school road lesson yesterday and takes his driving test on Saturday. Darla and I will see our insurance bill increase from $1,440 annually to $3,421 annually. The increase is accentuated by the fact that we will add another car to the policy, but more impacted by the fact that we are adding a 16 year-old male to the policy. Pray for us. Daniel is two years away from his license and I may not survive that event.

Well, that is news from the home front. The job continues to confound me, but that's another story for another time. Ciao.