Who Is This Guy?

Written on 7-23-19.

     It’s Tuesday, and I will play at Pinon Hills again tomorrow.  I set a tee time for 8:40 AM, hoping to avoid the heat and the monsoon storms that will likely come in the afternoon.  I might be playing by myself, though.  Bruce and C.J. are working on a trellis at the Spence house, and I haven’t received a reply from Shawn yet.  

     The last time we played, Shawn suggested the three of us (Shawn, C.J., and I) take on this new Davis guy that C.J. and I had just met.  He took Eric’s place in our foursome, and that worked well, because he had just gotten the day off from working for UPS.  C.J. thought he was going to be really tough to beat, because he saw what he was doing down on the range.

     Shawn obviously knew how well this guy could play, and that’s why he said all three of us should take him on.  Davis started out with a bang!  After his approach ended up in the bunker behind the green, he splashed his ball out, and although it had too much speed on it, it clanked dead center on the flagstick and...

The Back Nine at 1757

Written on 7-20-19.

     The dog is in the backyard.  The sprinkler guy is working on our sprinklers in the front yard.  The television and the Chromecast are working.  Moving day at The Open at Royal Portrush is commencing.  The laptop is on my lap, and life is good.  

     Eric didn’t play yesterday.  Craig is not improving, so he told me they were looking at hospice care.  Sigh.  Taking Eric’s place was a new guy named Davis.  Shawn invited him to join us when he found out Eric couldn’t play.  More about him later.

Back to the round a 1757…

Hole #10-The group that caught us passed us up when we stopped at the cafe for lunch at the turn.  For the rest of the round, an older gentleman followed us, but he never pushed us and he even stopped at one hole to practice and that let us get even farther ahead.  That helped our round be even more relaxing and just better.  It was just the two of us and the course.

     On another note, Guy remembered this course as having very little shade (he played it once before), but we discovered it had plenty.  It was stinking hot, but we found places to park or stand in the shade on most holes. 

     Guy’s tee shot went right and into a swampy area again.  Mine went left and into a forest.  I teed it up again, and my second shot went farther left and into the forest (okay, maybe second shots aren’t always better) again, so it was not a great start on the back nine.  

     My tee shot ended up...

The Front Nine at 1757

Written on 7-18-19.

     I’ve just finished up two meetings at San Juan College, and now I’m having a brunch (by myself) at the larger, newer Durango Joe’s on Main.  I met with Frances first to figure out what the next steps will be now that our summer institute is over.  The work continues online and in the anthology, so we coordinated on our calendars and our To Do Items.  Then I met with Alexis, Coila, and Jessica to set dates and shore things up for the NES Workshops.  Now that Michael has “rewired,” we need to see, understand, and figure out how that important work will continue, too.

     Belinda is on her way to the cabin for her annual weekend with her women teacher friends, so I am a bachelor for the next couple of nights.  I will stay busy, though.  I’ve got plenty of things on my list that I want done, and I will play golf, too.  Tomorrow, we have a tee time at 10:20, and this will be the first time we’ve played for weeks.  The last score from Pinon Hills that I see in my notes is from July 8th.  I will also fulfill a promise to play with Kyle at Civitan on Monday.

     I must write about my round with Guy at the 1757 Golf Course near the Dulles Airport and his place of work at Raytheon.  On the way to the course, he pointed out the building and his office on the fourth floor.  It was the best, just the absolute best!  I’ll start with the funny fact that I noticed he bought the exact same black Nike golf shoes that I bought.  I chose to wear my tennis shoes to save space in our luggage, but it cracked me up that he had the exact same shoes I have.  It was like the twins accidentally buying or wearing the same jacket. 

     I previewed the course briefly the night before on the 1757 app.  It looked challenging with...

Washington Odyssey and Hand Positions

Written on 7-14-19.

     I am lounging in Guy’s living room watching the John Deere Classic on his 65” TV.  Guy, Bev, Belinda and I just returned from an Odyssey Cruise on the Potomac.  That was a first, and it was a luxurious one, too.  A buffet was provided, and it was as delicious as it was assorted.  It was the “unlimited mimosas tour,” but that was not why we chose it.  I only tasted mine.  Bev drank only half of hers.  I don’t think Belinda drank hers, and Guy had only one.  

     We chose to do this as a spontaneous thing, and it was only because we were driving by the Potomac yesterday on our way home from the escape room, Insomnia.  Guy said they give...

Lesson With Troy Charles

Written on 7-12-19.

     Belinda and I are on a United Flight to Dulles, and we are about to have a long weekend with Guy, his girls, and Bev, the surprise guest of the weekend.  Originally, it was just going to be a brothers’ weekend, but Bev recently retired after 33 years at Verizon, so she had some time and some money, so she asked and she’s already there ahead of us.  We are so glad she asked!

     We flew out of DIA after spending the night at Mom and Dad’s last night.  They took us to the airport early this morning.  Emily was planning to stay for a crazy short time last night, too, but she felt she had rested enough on her flight home from New Hampshire for business that she decided to just head straight home instead.  Bummed we missed her.

     We did, however, get to visit with some friends at...