It's August, the start of winter

While up in Minot, Hanna learned the term "copy-catting". I think she heard Cousin Nick say it. She likes to say that now, except she pronounces it "catty-catting". When she says it, she draws out the first syllable, and it's somewhat cute. "Stop caaaatty-catting me."

I took John over to the lake last night. It was a warm evening, and he swam for awhile. Weren't many people there at all. John found some boys to play with, and they seemed to like playing with him, too. John is so very social, he likes playing with other kids and won't hesitate to join other groups. Sometimes though other kids aren't as willing to play with strangers, but thankfully these boys were nice. They started carrying each other on their shoulders, and of course John didn't hesitate to climb up on their backs. But again, they let him.

Should be pretty warm the next couple days, temps near the mid-90s. Rhonda will probably take the kids to Bunker Beach today.

This week the 3M Senior PGA golf tourney comes to town, just a few blocks south of my house. Always fun to see the hubbub around the course, with all the grandstands and tv towers going up, the bustle and activity around the groundskeepers buildings just off of Radisson Road. (You know it's tourney week when dozens of golf carts are parked there.) Arnie is going to be here, so his big blue semi truck has been here for a few days now. Later, we'll see all the corporate jets flying in and out.

The excitement that comes with the word tournament makes me think of the days gone by, when knights gathered at jousting tournaments. However, behind all the glitz, all the corporate suites set up to cater to bigwigs and their guests, it does all seem rather pointless. There's nothing much at stake. It's just a golf tourney, one of many. The seniors show up, hit some golf shots, we all ooh and ahh, and everybody goes home. Nothing has changed, our lives have not been altered for the better.