I should have known better. I implied that Friday was so good and the weekend could only get better. So what happened? I started my day by paying bills. Not auspicious. Then, as I licked the last flap and pasted on the last stamp I heard the thunder rolling. Looking out I saw the rain falling, pouring in sheets, filling up the parking lot to the curb's edge, gushing out the drains. I could see toads happily hopping across the grass and swimming in the flood.

The rain kept up all day. Without wipers I was stuck at home. I played my guitar and listened to the radio. And I watched the rain.

In the early afternoon it let up enough that I chanced going to the store. I got a few house things and some groceries. I wanted to get some bug bombs for the house. I wanted to bomb the place before the cleaners get in there on Monday. But the rain began again and I scuttled for home.

Later that afternoon the rain let up again and I headed for the house. While there I assembled the refrigerator and set the bombs to spraying their contents all over the place. Six bombs should do the job.

The house sits up in the hills. As you drive down out of the hills the wide Pacific sprawls our before you with the shore and bays, jungles and lesser hills rolling between.

And over it all the sun was setting.

It rolled down into a lake of golden fire. There was a finger of cloud that split the center of the brightest light as it filtered through the thinner clouds beyond. Farther out from that point the clouds reflect pink and gold with pools of blue and green where the sky showed through. I nearly drove off the road looking at it. I straightened out and glanced to my right.

And nearly lost control again!

To the east a cloud bank behind the mountain reflected the pinks of the sunset and reaching up from the top, almost straight up, was a rainbow of color, launching into the sky. There was just a hint of curve to it.

I tell you, this place can do sunsets!

By the way, I was going to mention my address. All my life I have wanted a simple address. My previous addresses have never been overly complicated but when you have to write them out on a form or as a return address you want them to be simple and straight forward. So where will I be living for at least the next two years? Bishop Felixberto Flores Drive. I don't think you could make it longer if you worked at it. C'est la vie.