Every so often, the magic works. Well, okay, the magic actually works quite often, but we aren’t always cognizant of the fact, so I don’t think it counts.
On this particular day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was practicing my advanced avoidance strategies. In other words, that “little voice” inside of me was INSISTING that I could do my office work when it was either a) raining, or b) dark.
So naturally, I paid careful attention to that little voice and immediately took off for the local golf course (http://www.peninsulagolfcourse.com/).
As I have mentioned in a previous posting (see February 11), I am relatively new to the game of golf. Which means three things: 1) I still display a great deal of enthusiasm and exuberance when I make a good shot; 2) Good shots are not all that common; and 3) It’s ok to wildly celebrate finishing the round without losing a ball.
Today I played all nine holes with the same ball. Today I made some pretty decent shots. And today I got a PAR on the sixth hole. A PAR! How exquisite! How rare! How disappointed I was that no one was there to see my tee-shot land on the green! I considered taking a picture of the ball lying there, but a friend of mine did that last week and I’m still a teensy bit suspicious of his story.
Golfing solo has its good and bad points, and having no witnesses definitely comes under both categories. So you’ll just have to take my word for it… Just 10 inches kept me from having my first-ever, honest-to-goodness birdie (one UNDER par).
And that’s why I’ll be back out there again just as soon as I get my office work done. Or the sun comes back out. Whichever comes first.