Fathers Day

Tom woke me twice this morning asking what time I was leaving with the boys for camp. The first time was 6:45. We don't need to go until 11:00 am. I got the hint and got the boys up to present their gifts to their dad. I had hidden them under the bed the night before.

Riley had picked out a suit jacket for his dad. Tom had mentioned he wanted another one. Trevor had purchased a Oregon State designed bowl at school during the art sale. He also had a book on "Thrill Rides" in hopes of inspiring Tom to take him while we are back East this summer. I doubt we will, Riley cant take any G forces.

We all had picked out cards. Mine was a sentimental card. Riley's was musical. Trevor had tried to draw a hand holding up the number one finger, you know, "Go Beavs", in his card. But the way the drawing came out it looked more like he was flipping his dad off. Tom laughed hardest over that card. He said it was a keeper.

Now the boys are doing their last minute adjustments before we hit the road for camp. Tom said he would drive the boys if it weren't father's day, hmmm. Its the US Open last day. We spent all day yesterday watching it also. So the kids and I are off to camp, then I am joining my sisters for a sentimental dinner after seeing my step dad and mom for cocktails. I am guessing Tom is looking forward to having the house to himself. He seems awful cheerful at the thought of being left at home with the TV remote. I told him he was included in our dinner if he would like to come, he declined.

The boys are excited. By mid week the weather is supposed to clear up. I hope it does.
Tom commented on all the gear they are taking, wondering if it will be this bad when we go to New York. I pointed out that half the bags were sleeping bags. The weather should be nicer so we can pack lighter. The boys wont need ski jackets for the cold raining evenings. Its be in the mid 50's every night, and its mid June.

I just remind myself of the rainy summers in 1992, the floods in 1995 and 1997. We have seen this before. so much for Global Warming. There is still snow falling on Mt. Hood. Its glacier is growing. The US Open has even been cool and overcast, in Pebble Beach California this year. Perfect golfing weather, not too hot, not too cold. The Golfers are in long sleeved sweaters. I have seen a couple of outfits that might look very good on Tom.