September 6, 2002: I've spent the last few days working on a new website, and I'm not sure I'm competent to finish the job. I keep gettin error messages on one page, and the "customer service" can't seem to help. Maybe it will get cleared up by next week. I hope so because I'm tired of fooling with it.

Tropical Storm Fay lingered off the Gulf Coast for a while, and the TV news crews went berserk, sending every reporter they had to stand ankle-deep in the surf off Galveston and Freeport or to stand in the rain anywhere they could find it. Predictions of the apocalypse filled the air. Around 10:30 last night, the weather guys predicted that the storm would stay in the Gulf all night and move onshore late this afternoon. They'd barely uttered this bold prediction before Fay came onshore. Hardly anything happened. Sweeney, about 60 miles down the coast from here, got a lot of rain. We got a total of 2-1/2 inches out of the whole thing. Not quite the apocalypse, but close enough for me.

September 3, 2002: Friday night, Judy and I went to the Haak Winery in Santa Fe (Texas, not New Mexico). Dinner was catered by Carraba's, and music was by some Jamaican steel drum band. Charles and Marie Ferguson went with us, and we met Gerald and Sheila Skidmore there. We had a great time, but since the event was outside, it was very hot. We left after about an hour and a half and went to the Ferguson's house for a cople of drinks (well, I had water) and talked about the possiblity of a European trip next year.

On Saturday, Judy and I went to the Museum of Natural Science in Houston to see the exhibit of artifacts from the Titanic. It's amazing that paper survived all those years under the ocean. The whole exhibit is pretty impressive. We went to Scholtsky's afterward and had sandwiches. Angela went with us, but she has a cold and wasn't feeling well. We stopped by Half-Price Books. Didn't find much, however.