Day Off Stuff

Since I have the day off, today, I’m gonna talk about day off stuff.

I went golfing this morning. It was an absolutely picture perfect day! One of those days where you can wear slacks or shorts, either one is comfortable. Blue sky with just a few of those puffy little cotton ball clouds.

The first hole was uneventful, but not too terribly bad, and that was good.

On the second hole, I hit the ball, it caught the cart path at just the right angle, and gained me about 100 yards. That saved me a stroke, and from having to use my toe wedge, had it landed behind one of the trees it rolled by. (I need all the help I can get)

Oh, there were three of us playing today, me, my sister and a friend.

On one hole, there is a cute little valley that runs a little in front of the green. Said valley also has an even cuter stream running through the middle of it, with some adorable rocks about the size of bowling balls, some bigger, lining the sides of the stream. My sister managed to hit 3 of those rocks, all with one shot. The ball took many bounces. I was jealous, I’ve only managed to hit one rock at a time.

I had to compliment my friend’s aim, on one of her drives. “Not many people can hit THAT small of a tree from THAT distance!” The poor little tree got all shook up, dropped some leaves, and in retaliation inhibited the forward progress of the golf ball.

I love the designers of golf courses who deem it necessary to put TWO ponds on one hole. Really!!! One wasn’t enough?!?! The first pond one encounters runs along the left side of the fairway. That thick ground cover found off the fairway, at the edge of a copse of trees, stopped my ball from going in to the pond. I must’ve developed an “I’ll show you attitude” and promptly put the ball in that charming pond in front of the green, on my next shot.

As were driving the cart down the right side of another fairway, we were momentarily stunned when a golf ball hit the windshield of the cart. No “FORE!” no nothing. It was from the fairway next to us. “Oh, sorry, we didn’t see you.” My friend got out of the cart to hit her shot, I got out and picked up the stray golf ball and put it in my pocket. The guys asked my friend if she saw where it went. She said “No, it ricocheted off the windshield.” No need for both of us to answer.

That was the same golf ball I hit into the pond.