A Cruel Irony

Written on 5-28-15.

    This is different.  I am writing this from the Rio Grande Zoo in Albuquerque.  I’ve found a shady spot at a table just off the big park area where we will all meet in about 46 minutes for lunch.
    I have so many things to write, so I’ll get right to it.  First, some sad and bad news about Belinda.  My wife and partner for life has been officially diagnosed (twice now) with M.S. or Multiple Sclerosis.  I think she may have had it for three or more years now.  Who knows?  She has always talked about foot pain and switched out shoes to find a more comfortable pair, but I brushed that off as a hereditary problem.  Jess has had surgery on her feet, that’s how terrible they were.  She still has problems.
    It went down like this.

The Changes...They Are Beginning

Written on 5-15-15.

    I chose to stop writing that night in exchange for sleep.  It was a wise choice.
    Well, it’s now the Friday I wrote about from before, the one where James would be flying off to New Zealand.  Danielle, Belinda and I are on our way home (we are just outside of Bloomfield now) after dropping him off at the airport.  Belinda just announced that he has landed at LAX. He is using some of the cash the Edgertons gave him to buy a drink, and then he’ll wait until 10:30 to catch his next flight to Australia. 
    Danielle has already interviewed for, and received, the job as crew leader for the YCC, so everything is lining up nicely for the summer.  I need to get the dates set for my golf clinics and my technology trainings in Santa Fe this weekend.  Before summer arrives, though, we have to finalize things at school for our last year…ever.  We have our retirement parties this Monday, but for some odd reason they have been scheduled at the exact same time.  I don’t know who planned that, but it’s really poor planning.  Did they not think we would want to attend each others' parties?  I am going to leave mine for the first half hour or so to go to Belinda’s.  Good grief!
    In some discouraging news, Reilly had a collapsed lung on Thursday.  He and Diane went to Denver right away.  Bruce followed and went there today.  C.J. said the lung is inflated again, but I am concerned.

Three Prepare to Fly From the Nest Again, But One Will Stay

Written on 5-11-15.

    It’s really rare to write on a Monday night, but I chose not to work out, so to help my guilt I am writing instead.  Shame on me, but at least I’m getting something done. 
    Our children are home!  Sadly, it’s only for this week.  On Thursday night, we are all driving to Albuquerque to spend the night and then James flies to New Zealand on Friday.  It’s approximately a 24-hour flight.  He’ll fly to LAX first, and then on to Australia.  After that, it’s one last leg to New Zealand.  What he will be doing is studying abroad.  Not studying a broad, but studying abroad.  I forgot who originally said that, but it’s hilarious.  Knowing James, he’ll be doing both anyway.  He got an internship at...

I Will Be an Official First Tee Golf Coach Soon

Written on 4-23-15.

    I am on United Airlines Flight 1701 to Dulles.  Bev is sitting right next to me, and she is sandwiched between Belinda and me.  She is also eating a sandwich from the Sara Lee Sandwich Shop, a late lunch she snagged just before getting on board.  Mom and Dad are about a 30-yard pitch ahead of us in First Class.  A little bit ago, I saw the stewardess handing out warm, moist wash cloths.  Ah, the benefits of experience and age.  We are all on our way to Virginia for ShyShay’s First Holy Communion. 
    Belinda and I will be flying this way again at the beginning of June.  I have my first First Tee training in Baltimore, Maryland June 3rd through the 6th, but we will be staying at Guy and Annmarie’s through the 9th.  Belinda is tagging along, and that will be the first of many adventures we will be enjoying in the future. 
    We had another match play competition the last time I played.  C.J. and I took on Bruce and Reilly again, and it was...

I Happily Write as Jordan Wins the Masters

More from 4-11-15 and 4-12-15...

    This is grand.  I am watching The Masters with my Google Chromecast casting, and I am typing away here at the same time.  C.J., Bruce, Reilly and I played eighteen this morning.  C.J. and I got whooped again 5 and 4, but it was still great fun to be out on an overcast, but warm April Saturday afternoon.  I just posted one of my Masters posts from my blog to Facebook, the one where I wrote about seeing Tiger live for the first time with my brother Guy three years ago. 
   
    *Jordan Spieth is running away with...