Another weekend is slowly winding down. It is a weekend that the golf group was in Carmel at our annual trip and I agreed to stay home and go to a wedding with Darla. Those are major husband points and don't think that I won't cash those in at some point. Darla's former roomate and best friend, Joni, was married on Saturday. I was a little surprised that Darla wasn't in the wedding, but Darla and Joni have grown apart in recent years, mostly because Darla was married and Joni wasn't. Joni was Darla's maid of honor in our wedding. I suppose it shouldn't be that big of a surprise as my best man, Jerry Tuel, and I barely speak now as our lives have just gone in different directions. We see each other maybe once a year. Her groom's father is a member of the Model A club in Sacramento and they had three of the model A's at the reception and took James and Joni on a tour of Folsom after the send off and reception. Darla and I walked out and talked to the owner of one of the cars during the reception and we had a couple of pictures taken in one of the Model A's.
It was a spectacular weekend with Saturday's high temperature on August 21st just reaching 83 degrees. This has been one of the mildest Summers on record. Today was 88 degrees, BUT there is a high pressure system spinning toward us from Utah and tomorrow will hit 100 degrees with Tuesday and Wednesday at or above 102. The long range forecast is for a cool down with next Saturdays temperature back down in the mid eighties
We had the wedding on Saturday morning in Roseville and then a twenty minute drive to Folsom for the reception. From there, Darla and I ran by my office to change clothes and head over to the Burns and Wilcox Summer picnic. We were providing the main course and arrived about 4:15 after another quick stop at the grocery store for supplies. We played sand volleyball at the picnic and then had a repast of sirloin burgers and barbecued chicken with salads, chips, beer, soft drinks, zucchini bread, and fresh sourdough. We didn't have much dessert as the person signed up for dessert failed to show. We had a good time and although I stressed my back a little playing volleyball, it was great exercise and a lot of fun. Of course, Darla and my team won 7 out of 8 games played. Winning is always fun.
I have one of the senior brokers and a product manager in town tomorrow and tomorrow night and I was asked to join them for dinner in Sacramento. I know what my big boss and my father would say as far as being there for the visitors, but it is Darla and my anniversary tomorrow night and I already had a date to take Darla to dinner. I called and talked to the Brokerage VP and told her that in my first marriage I would have gone to the dinner and celebrated another night, but in this marriage my commitment is to my wife and that I would have my number one underwriter fill in for me and take them out to dinner. She asked how long we'd been married (14 years) and then asked me to come to San Francisco and teach her husband about setting priorities. I think I probably made more of an impresson on the two ladies coming to town because of my decision to have dinner with my bride rather that go out on the town with them. I know all about the sacrifices that a manager has to make for his job, but I also know what is most important in my life and I choose to honor that.
I did play golf today and teed off at 11:01 AM after church. I now remember why I don't like to play golf later in the day on a weekend. There was every father and son and boyfriend and girlfriend on the course taking five and a half hours to play 18 holes. We followed a work tournament that played a scramble format and had people on the course that had no business having a golf club in their hands. I saw one group almost drive their power cart onto a green and leave it parked steps from the green. Of course the driver was a big tub of lard that should have been walking and certainly could have used the exercise walking from the cart path to the hole. You just shake your head at things like that. I usually really struggle in a "hit and wait" golf game, but managed a 39 on the front and a 43 on the back for 82. Boyd shot a stellar 73 and Bob Hand had a 99. We enjoyed the fellowship together, but I look forward to my 7:38 AM tee time this coming Saturday.
I hadn't completely expanded on our trip to Vancouver and back. We had to meet Randy at the border as he left his Blackberry at the house when he left for the airport and Jenny and Justin's flight to Dallas. We met them and drove up to Tukwilla casino outside Seattle and played some video poker. The machines were tight and Randy pointed out how loud the machines were, making it sound like a lot of action, but no one was winning. We left them at the casino and drove on to Seattle. Our flight was 6:15 PM and we wanted to tour Seattle. Their flight was 3:30 and I can't imagine that the drive to the airport was fun as they were cutting it close. There was a slowdown in Seatlle with the traffic moving at a crawl. Darla and I got lost trying to find the fish market in Seattle and finally settled for a nice Italian restaurant close to the UW campus. We lucked into a great menu and wonderful food. We were able to visit and talk with each other, going over the weekend and the week ahead and then take a leisurely drive to the airport, where I watched the first half of the New York Giants preseason NFL game and Darla read. We were home by shortly after nine and able to wind down before bedtime. It was a great trip.
<> We did get discounted tickets for Las Vegas, managing to find $149 flights and we will be in Vegas Thursday October 14th until Tuesday October 19th. We are hoping that Dad and Shirley can join us. They have time at their condo, but it is a cost consideration as they are off to Mexico in November. At any rate, we will get to spend some time with Miss Samantha, Jennifer and Michael. By the way, Jennifer turns 30 next Saturday. I guess I am officially OLD at that point.
I hope you are all doing splendidly and enjoying the dog days of Summer. Happy Birthday, Jennifer. I love YOU! Ciao.
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