It's my 52nd birthday today, and I am celebrating by posting everything that remains from the end of last year's journal. What a super way to start this new year!
Happy birthday to me!
Written on 12-26-18.
Well, we celebrated a fabulous Christmas in Lakewood before Christmas Eve, and yesterday’s Christmas back here at home was wonderful, too. In Lakewood, we had our final Christmas at the White Fence Farm, because they close down forever on the 30th. Sigh.
It almost didn’t happen, or it almost didn’t happen the way we hoped it would. They somehow double-booked the Colony Room, the room we normally get, so Bev asked me to speak with a manager to set things right. I told him that Carolyn had just confirmed with me recently, and I purposefully added that I had my first real job there as a busboy years ago. He said he would try his best to work something out, and then he did. The other party of 30 people was put in the big room near ours.
Now we are back at home, and we celebrated without James yesterday morning. It was weird to have only the three of us (five if you count the cat and the new dog) together for Christmas morning. Then we celebrated without Dale (and James and Becca and Matt for that matter) over at the Edgerton’s for the big Christmas family dinner, and that just felt plain wrong. Tears flowed right at the beginning, mostly from the sisters, and although it was a delicious meal with great company, his absence was profoundly felt.
Back to golf…
Hole #6-I went back and forth in my mind with my 8-iron and my 9-iron. Sure, the 9-iron is the “go to” club for this tee shot most of the time, but the tee markers were back more than ten yards from where they’ve been when I’ve used my 9-iron, so I clubbed up to the 8 instead. The flagstick was placed way over on the left side again, so it’s a narrow landing area. The 8-iron was definitely the correct choice, and my ball flew right at the flag. It landed on the green and right of the flag a bit, but the sidespin and some wind caused it to roll to the left and stop at a spot where the green and the collar meet.
I determined the ball was more on the green than off, so I marked it. I had 18 feet to the hole, and I chose to...