Consistency - it's only a virtue if you're not a screwup.

Today's flooring job didn't go exactly as planned. She called me last Friday to tell me that the vinyl was in, which is why I went to tear out the existing flooring today. Turns out only one of two rolls came in, the shorter of the two. So I was done with that half of the tear-out by noon and will go back tomorrow to do that part of the install. The rest will have to wait until the other roll arrives from Georgia. In the meantime I'll start the house painting job across the street. They also want me to take out the faux wrought iron railing system and replace it with posts like I did on our house. They like the look and I like the work.

Some people say they wouldn't want to live here because they miss the seasonal changes. Hey, we've got season changes! A couple of weeks ago we moved into shorts season. And today we moved into, "You'd better put a towel on that van seat when you get out or you're going to fry your legs when you get back in!" DAMHIK.
Soon it will be the season when we need to put the windshield covers up every time we park.

In the "Even a blind squirrel..." category, I WON our NCAA pool!! I didn't have any picks playing in tonight's final game, but the guy in front of me who did picked the wrong team to win. Now I'm wishing there were big bucks to be had for coming out on top. As it is, this paragraph is all the glory involved. Oh well.

I'm scared. Seriously worried and feeling the pressure.
Todd and his wife attend Pathway with their two young kids. They're a great family. I like them a lot.
Besides working in commercial real estate development, Todd plays golf. Shortly after Pathway started I heard he played, and that he was pretty good, so I asked him what his handicap was. I could tell he didn't want to tell me, but the question was direct and he couldn't duck it, so he answered.
One.
For those of you who don't play golf, trust me - that's stupid good. That's very nearly PGA good.
Todd is as humble a guy as you've ever met and his humility is matched by his graciousness, a rare combination for a male that good at a game like golf.
Last night I picked up an email from Todd asking when I could join him for a round of golf at the Wigwam Country Club where he belongs (and where he won the club championship last weekend).
I told Pam part of me wants to do this. Whichever of the three Wigwam courses we'd play will be beautiful, perfectly manicured and an example of the best in course design. More than that, it would be a blast to watch someone that good at hitting a little white ball with power and precision. Unless you've seen someone very, very good play this most difficult of "games" you can't imagine how much fun that is.
Fun until it's my turn to hit. Can you spell C-H-O-K-E?
I'm guessing Todd hits his 7 iron further than I hit my driver. And more accurately. You think there's a chance in you-know-where that I'm going to hit that first drive past the women's tee? (FYI, tradition says that if you don't, your second shot must be made with your trousers down around your ankles, and I'm pretty sure that would violate some part of the dress code at The Wigwam.)
I've never been described as a cool customer and this is the kind of situation guaranteed to lock me up physically and mentally.
I replied to Todd's email telling him that my schedule is more flexible than his and I'll wait to hear back. If I had a brain in my head I'd decline his gracious offer. Any rational person would know he'd be getting in way over his head, decline the offer with thanks, and go back to the little executive course down the street here in Sun City. So why did I respond as I did???
Feel free to join me in prayer. It's not too early to start! Please?