Ray Torres Fundraiser Tournament-Part 1

Written last night.

    It’s harder to find time to write during the school year.  I do everything I can to be the best and most professional teacher I can be, so that takes time away from my personal writing.  Because of that, I’m going to get “write” to the golf this time.
    When I earned that birdie on hole #6 and went on that birdie, par, par, par run that ended up being the difference in the match with C.J. and I against Bruce and Reilly, it was mostly with thanks to Bruce, although he didn’t know it. 
    He had graciously kept one of my inappropriately titled golf balls in his bag after finding it on the course weeks earlier.  I believe it was that ball that...

In the Aftermath of the Soaked Laptop

8-30-14

    Belinda and I are at the cabin again.  It’s just the two of us now, but Dale and Anna are on their way here and will arrive any minute.  We did get it all to ourselves last night and for most of today, though, and we are thrilled that they are coming.  It’s Labor Day weekend, so we have a small respite from the stress of school, and what a hectic beginning it has been for what will likely be our last year teaching since we will probably retire after 25 years of service each.
    My Golf Diaries are...

Happy 19th Birthday, My Dear Daughter Danielle

    I have not posted in a while, and this will be brief.  First, though, happy birthday to our daughter Danielle who is away from us for the first time on her birthday.  We did not even have a voice conversation today.  How sad!  I know she is happy, though, and doing well.  She had a celebration with her cousins and her new friends down at NMSU.  That is just one of many insane changes that are taking place in our life right now.  Since it's 9:56 on a school night and this new laptop has only 10% power, I will defer to making a list, one of my great friend Vicki Holmsten's best tips when the writing is not flowing.

1. As I had posted previously, our old laptop got soaked in a rainstorm.  I left it out on the porch after eating breakfast outside.  The diagnosis is "catastrophic failure" for our hard drive.  We are shipping it out to DriveSavers to get a free estimate on a possible rescue.

2. All four children are in college now.  Last weekend when we all drove down to move them in, Danielle topped off losing her luggage with her outfit and other essentials for "moving in" day with losing her wallet on the day we were heading home.  All is well now, but what a start!

3.  I have lost 116 brief descriptions/summaries of birdies and two eagles on my official birdie and eagle count.  I have three birdies to catch up on to keep it all going.  One that did not get written about was an 8-iron on #16 when I played with C.J.  Another happened out in Virginia with Guy on a par five at Reston National.  The last one happened yesterday at Hidden Valley on #6, another 8-iron to five feet.

    What a change from the post two back.  I have gone from only playing golf and writing about it to not playing golf as often and barely having the time to write about it.  Ah, school. 

Until next time...

When It Rains, It Pours and Pours...and Pours

     Tragedy has struck, but it's not a major tragedy.  I left my laptop out on the back deck one morning after having breakfast out there.  It was the day we teachers all meet at the Aztec High School Multipurpose room for the beginning of the year "pep rally." It was also the one day that it really rained, and rained, and rained.
     The evening before, James and his friends had played a strategy game that took up our entire dining room table, and that was the reason I ate outside.  On any other day in Aztec, it would not have been an issue.  We have so many days of sunshine here that the likelihood of rain, especially so much rain, was minute.  It was my own fault, though.  I was the one who left it out there, and to make matters worse, I have not done a back-up in a while, a long while.  This begs the question: If someone doesn't really know what they are missing, will they miss it?  As the days go by, we will see if I/we can remember what was on there.  Hopefully, it can all be recovered.  Not a great way to start this school year.  
     

Plan the Work; Work the Plan

Written on 7-21-14.
   
    I am in a tough holding pattern right now.  Play golf.  Write about it.  Play again.  Write about it again.  Bummer.  Ha.  Just kiddin’.  This is great!  Summer is so fun. 
    Belinda just finished cutting my hair.  I bought a haircut kit instead of a haircut when my hair was getting long a couple of weeks ago.  I have to give credit to Bruce for this fantastic idea.  For about the same price as one haircut, I can now have B cut my hair every month, or every once in a while when it gets shaggy. 
    My haircut style is not complicated.  She followed the directions and did an amazing job for her first time.  She used the trimmer and trimmed everything up about a week ago, but she barely took anything off the top, afraid that she might overdo it with the scissors.  Tonight, I forced her to take more off the top, and using those same scissors from the kit, she did just that.  Then she cut the part across the front, the part that sticks up to make it look straight and even.  Voila!  I now have a completed haircut, and it looks sharp.  Way to go, Belinda!
    On to golf...
    I have three more birdies to write about, and I had a...