We sort of took that week off, on the entertainment front anyway.  We needed to wind down a bit.  Plus all our friends (errr, both of them,) were busy so we were kind of hung out to dry.  We had a moderately entertaining weekend of it anyway though, or so it seemed.  Friday Donette was out of town, so I sort of hung out at the house.  I did crash a dinner party (with both of my friends) and had a good time of that.  Called it a night early, which is by no means unusual.

Saturday the wife was flying in, so I straightened up the house a bit, then drove down to Sacramento to pick her up at the airport.  I had big lunch date plans in mind for us, at Pizza Rock.  We’ve been there once and really liked it, so I decided to seize the opportunity to hit it again while we were “downtown.”  Alas, a few loops around the block indicated parking was going to be more of a hassle than I cared to put up with.  So, we headed to our old standby, Burgers & Brew.  Pretty much the only place we go down there.  Hey, it’s good, what can I say.  We came to regret our decision to sit outside on the patio, but other than that it was a fine lunch as always.

Sunday we decided to get out and about a bit.  After running through our options, we decided to load up the beach gear and head to nearby Folsom Lake.  It was a hot afternoon, but not really unbearable, and we’ve got a sun shade.  Things got off to a rough start pretty much from the get-go.  For one thing, there is darn near no water in the “lake.”  The vast majority of the shore access is reduced to steep drop-offs where the water used to be, much too steep to walk down.  We finally managed to get the car to a mostly isolated spot, reasonably close to the water, and parked it.  As soon as we opened the door Teagan bounded for the water and we quickly discovered why the spot was isolated:  It was a gooey stretch of mucky black mud instead of sand.  The dog didn’t seem to care, she blundered right through it and into the water.  Then, no sooner than I got out of the car, I saw a big boxer headed down the shore line towards us.  I don’t really let Teagan interact with other dogs (much to Donette’s dismay,) and I didn’t feel like experimenting this particular day.  Her meet-and-greets have about a 50/50 chance of going bad, and the “bad” 50 just ain’t worth it to me, especially with a beast the size of the one heading towards us.  So, anyway, I kind of panicked and the first thing I thought was to open the car door and call her.  Well, being a good girl, she ran right up the beach and jumped in the front seat.  Then the back seat.  Then the front.  Then the back.  All while dripping mud and water all over the interior.  Yeah, good start to the day.  Things went generally better from there.  She swam until she was thoroughly exhausted, which was the main purpose of the trip.  We sat under the sunshade and enjoyed the afternoon, also a key part of the day.  After that we headed back home and grilled a quite nice ribeye and watched the baseball game.  Not a bad day all in all.  We can get the car detailed another day.