Day 144 – May 24, 2018
I was suppose to be cleaning today. In less than 4 days family will begin descending upon us for graduation, and I am fairly certain I have 6 days worth of cleaning left. I have been working pretty extensively the last few days. And as crazy as it sounds, I actually like a lot of what I am doing, especially mopping the floors. I don’t know what it is about that, but I enjoy doing it. If you have read the blog the last couple of days, you would understand the expectations thrust upon me. Needless to say, there is absolutely no time to take a few hours to play golf on what has to be the most ideal weather days to play. Keep in mind that it has been at least 3 years since I last played (before my rotator cuff surgery) so the prospect of a “quick” game would be laughable. So, of course, I fought off any and all urges to play and buried them deep inside so that I wouldn’t even be tempted by the thought. And I was doing very well until I was lured away from my chores. I had to give in it was an obligation. I had promised this kid a round back in the fall and I did not want to disappoint. So despite all the anticipated grief I would get, I gave in and went. I felt real guilty about it too! That is until I set the tee on the first hole, looked out over the neon green fairways and green, observing how the course twisted its way through the valley, broken up by the creek that cut through the 18 holes. And even though that guilt seemed to dissipate, especially during sequences, like my partner “going for it” as the ball played under a tree, next to the trunk, and subsequently “shanking” the swing causing the ball to ricochet dangerously close to both of us. And after laughing for a good five minutes, we composed ourself and prepared for the next “priceless” moment. As we walked up to the last hole, I checked my watch, which is something I am rarely found without, and saw that I actually had some time to get back home and finish a project before anyone got home and noticed. So far the mission was a success. And maybe I did feel a little guilty, but look at a couple of other pics I took today and tell me if I was wrong.
3 of a Few x 2