Last Eagle of the Summer

Written on 8-11-12

    I wrote as much as I could last night.  I stayed home to just stretch out and relax while Belinda went over to the Edgerton’s to hang out with Eric and Amanda down by the river.
    As I write this, it’s Saturday morning, and I am watching the bronze medal match for women’s indoor volleyball.  It’s Korea vs. Japan.  Japan has a 5’3” setter who is phenomenal, and I can’t help but think about Becca and Danielle.  Becca will be having ACL surgery this Thursday.  She will be out for her entire junior year season.  She and I hugged each other and cried when she told me at open gym one day last week.
    The ball has literally and figuratively been passed to...

One Leaves and Five Come Over

     Tomorrow I will get to play golf with my family, a rare treat since A. They live so far away and B. They actually all want to go to the golf course.  Guy, Annmarie, Shylah, and Mom and Dad are all going to join up with me at Hidden Valley, my home course.  It's good that they are all here to visit; it's keeping our minds off the fact that James has started college and is no longer here at home.  I am so excited for tomorrow!  I borrowed Eric's clubs for Guy and Chris's clubs for Annmarie (Chris and Annmarie are both lefties).  We will let Shylah chip and putt every once in a while and Mom and Dad will ride along in a cart as our mini-gallery and to enjoy the day and the conversations.  I will write about it later, but until then here are some more descriptions of this past summer's eagle and birdies.

Written on 8-10-12 (the rest of eagle #2's description)

    The teeing ground was moved well over to the left, so the angle of my tee shot was...

School Transitions

     We returned from Las Cruces, NM last night.  It's official.  James is a college student at NMSU.  We've gone from a family of four here at home to a family of three.  I'll write more about it later, but we have hit a huge milestone in our lives; our firstborn is flying away.  Until then, I have more about the golf from this summer to post.

8-6-12
   
    I played my final round of “free” golf today.  I say free because school starts tomorrow, so the rest of the rounds for this season will have “school stress” attached, but that’s okay.  It’s been a record summer for me as far as golf is concerned, and I have no regrets.  I’ve won a tournament with Chris, scored my lowest score ever, scored three eagles and tons of birdies.  Not bad for a guy who had brain surgery the previous summer.  After scoring my 74, I followed it up a few rounds later by breaking 80 again, just today with an adjusted 78.  And, of course I am looking forward to school and my new second grade class.
    The following are the descriptions of the latest birdies and eagles in chronological order...

Hillcrest Eagle, A Great Summer Moment

    I have a new birdie to write about, and to top that, I have another new eagle, too!  This is how they played out. 

Hidden Valley-Hole #16-Birdie #26 of 2012                   

    This was my first round back after my sweet 74.  I had no expectations; I just wanted to continue doing the things I had been doing.  If I happened to have another spectacular round, so be it.
    I shot a 48 on the front, but I turned it around on the back.  I shot another 39, so I ended with an 87.  The back nine was great again, but...

The Story of the Story of Ruth

7-27-12
   
    I am sitting in the Barnes and Noble in Grand Junction.  We are on our final family vacation before James heads off to college and school begins.  We drove through Colorado National Monument this morning.  Gorgeous. 
    The girls are shopping at the Mesa Mall while James and I are productively procrastinating.  I’ve already exchanged the pair of black shorts from Target that did not fit right for ones that do.  I wanted them to be right for volleyball practices and working out this fall, and since that’s done he and I are waiting around.
    The last time I went to church, I went alone.  I sat towards the back, third row from the entrance and near the middle aisle.  I am a bit ashamed to say that...