It's Belinda's and my 32nd anniversary today! We already celebrated a month ago (read below), but it's wonderful to have made it to our 32nd anniversary today. I love you, Belinda! We are waiting to celebrate Thanksgiving tomorrow with the Edgertons, and the Swopertons will be together again for the first time since Becca and Matt's wedding celebration. That is way too long.
Written on 10-22-22.
We have just winterized our sprinkler system and our camper on a beautiful fall day. I am taking some time to write, and I am a bit amazed that I haven’t had much time to do so lately. I’ve had many more important things to do. Here’s the thing that frustrates me: I only have time to write the details, so I will begin with that.
On to golf…
I played with Patrick (last name) in the Bishop’s Classic. I completely misunderstood Roger’s intention. I thought he was recruiting me to set up a team. I thought he was going to play, too, but when I showed up, he wasn’t there. It was just Patrick and me.
Because it was a three-person tournament, they allowed us to take turns taking our third “person’s” shot. On the scorecard, it said TBA for our third person, so for the rest of the tournament when Patrick and I took a shot for TBD (we changed his last name to TBD for To Be Determined), and it was a bad shot, we were berating and making fun of him. If we didn’t say who was taking the shot (either TBD or ourself), we would consistently blame TBD for whichever shot was worse.
Patrick was fun to play with. He told he was 81 years old (same age as my mom), and he was a bundle of energy. He did some things 81-year olds tend to do, though. He asked me to repeat what I had said sometimes. He lost his Raiders ball marker…and a head cover, and something else. We got his ball marker back on hole #9, though, our second to last hole. A group had actually picked it up.
He was a super partner to have. He thought the world of Roger. We did really well, I thought. We made it to ten under, and we got the better of group of three players we ended up playing with. Because he could tee off from the turquoise tees, he garnered a bunch of the longer drives on the front nine (which was our back, because we started on hole #11).
Written on 10-23-22.
I am not going to recount every hole, but I will count the shots we each had that we ended up using to see if it was as even as I thought. Generally, we used more of my shots on the first nine holes, and then most of his on the second nine holes.
I was right. We used 19 of my shots, and I counted 15 for him, so it was mostly even. He did have more shots on the second nine, too, like I wrote above. That’s funny to me, because I remember him telling me on hole #16’s tee box that he might get tired later in the round. It was just the opposite; he gained energy and focus.
I also want to mention the use of the yardstick. He bought a yardstick, and I had never heard of using one of those in a scramble.
I will continue later to explain…
Written on 10-29-22.
I am sitting across from a fireplace in the Fireside Cabin at the Apple Orchard Inn. B set this all up for an early anniversary gift. I see yellow leaves out one window, our picnic table out the back, and the inn and the fantastic yard and its landscaping out the front. It’s a Saturday, and we check out in about 15 minutes. We met the new owners, Jim and Leslie, and they served a mean breakfast with made to order omelets and pecan pancakes. The have owned it since September of 2021.
Now, I am (we are) back home again after the nearly hour-long drive. We spent most of that drive catching up with Danielle, which was marvelous. She talked about her recent adventures with dating, her new nanny jobs, and her visit with Becca and Savannah. It was just great.
I am watching the Good Good Cup Major, and I have my little putting strip behind me from yesterday. I was listening to, and taking breaks from, the two trainings that I am taking for the CORE by practicing my putting. It helped.
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