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Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down
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My calls to my friends went unanswered and now I'm convinced that all of them have Caller ID. Out of spite, I decided not to leave messages for any of them. I shall go by myself and get a jump on them, so when the money is on the line, they'll regret that they didn't answer the phone. I did have one person answer (it was a wrong number and not really a friend) who, in a rather un-Christian-like manner, suggested that maybe I should consider going to church, since it was Sunday morning, after all. Why, I asked, do they have a putting green? Sorry, it has nothing to do with my faith, but I don't attend church too often. I'm sure I'll hear and read a lot about that comment.
I was just waiting on the temperature to climb to an agreeable position and I decided to take some photographs. Recently I was mesmerized by a young lady on an infomercial, who was telling me that you should take photographs of your valuables in case of fire or, heaven forbid, if someone should break-in and steal them. I take a lot of digital pictures anyway, mostly of my grandson, and I don't consider it an unpleasant task at all. (Speaking of which, it has always been one of life's little mysteries how a camera with a round lens will consistently provide a rectangular picture.) Anyway, after taking these photographs of everything in my apartment, I laughed at myself, because, if I had a fire, my computer would burn up too. Plus, my photographs, my camera, and my computer are my most valuable items and are the only things worth stealing. Maybe I shall copy my photos to a disk and keep them at a neutral location and hopefully, both places won't burn down or be robbed simultaneously. Good deal, now I have some excellent high quality photos of my TV, my washer, my dryer and several shots of my underwear and sock drawers.
I just got in touch with Wigs, but he's injured again and cannot play. As old age creeps up on you, I suppose you should expect an increase in the frequency of those debilitating injuries. Mr. Robato is working today, so he's out. I couldn't raise the Rambler, but it just might have been too early for him. Garth is ready to play, but alas, there is no place open to wield these woods and wedges.
I phoned The Phil and frantically awaited for a familiar voice. One which would tell me to come forth and slay the birds, but instead I listened to a recorded message from His Imperial Majesty (Bart does have such a commanding voice), which, sadly, informed everyone that the course is closed because it is too wet. I told Garth that I would prod the Mustang on down to Hidden Hills and call him if they were open. Upon my arrival, I was saddened to see that the parking lot was empty and much to my dismay, the sign on the clubhouse door read "CLOSED".
I have returned home and I'm still determined to enjoy my day off. I shall turn on the TV, eat my lunch, read a little and "watch" my golf today, and then, I'll take a nap and dream of birdies that could have been.
Speaking of TV, I saw an add last night about HDTV and it reminded me of a story told by Steven Wright about his nephew who suffered with HDADD, High Definition Attention Deficit Disorder. He explained that the child could barely pay attention to anything, but when he did, it was unbelievably clear.
Here's hoping that you have an unbelievably clear Sunday; hopefully Spring is right around the corner. Comments Showing comments in chronological order [Show most recent comments first] |
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Well simmons no one can say you didnt try. Wonder if it was the 4:30 thing that screwed you? If I was still playing I must admit, 4:30 is not quite the hour that one looks forward too. My son called today to let me know it was 82, and he has found a home in Marana Az. My son stated the secretary at the prison did meet Angie, and him at the airport, terry said he sort of got the feeling she came just to see if it was true, Angie, and terry took the dogs with them, but left the kids behind with me. It has only been a week, but now my only thoughts are, wonder if they are playing a trick on me, wonder if they are really living in Marana, or wonder if they are going to move without telling me where they are going, sort of like I used to do with bill collectors. Like I said it has only been a week, but if they do change the phone numbers, and terry is no longer warden at the prison, how long is appropriate before one puts there pic's on the milk cartons. Yes I know it has only been a week, but with a 13 year old with a cell phone, and a 17 year old with a car, I may be a little too old for this. One of the best Political speeches of the year was a few days ago by Obamba, he said the kids should have a book in their hands not a remote, or a cell phone, well my 13 year olds only chance of learning to type is if by miracle all of this damn texting teaches her. Again Keith keep up the Blogs, now I have someone I can vent too.
I think if you wanted to practice you could have came to up here to the ranch-- there is this long green(the front pasture) -- lots of holes(cattle tend to sink in the mud one hoof at a time) to putt in, birdee's everywhere--(the kind that need shot) and a neighbor that woke us up this morn with 2 volleys from a 12 gauge from under the highway bridge (DONT ASK-- he's got a problem) and he would have fun thinking your drives were skeet! :)
Sounds like a world class resort you have there Dude. Don't suppose you have a beer cart?
Simmons, I really would have loved to go, but work is work...You should have ventured up to Otis, or Stone Crest as my co-workers said they played.
Sorry I missed your call Captain, I had a very urgent meeting with my pillow. Our time tables seem to be almost exactly 12 hours aschew. Maybe after you retire from the big fenced in area, we could market ourselves as a tandem for 24 hour work details. Possibly a security job guarding coconuts or something in bananaville. Weather would be nice, work would be easy, and our hut would only need one hammock, as we are never asleep at the same time.
Sorry but this last cold blast we're getting ready for has me thinking of some sunny island, I too am craving some spring sunshine. Hopefully we will be out on the course soon, if not we may need to take Dude up on his offer. The way we hack it around sometimes, the cows might be a little disappointed in the way we desecrated their track though. And I dont like upsetting anything that I might someday be eating.
Well the rain has finally quit, my hound needs a walk, I will quit rambling. Check your mail box Simmons, their is an offer for our St Louis outing this year, I cant wait.
Sounds like an episode of Skipper and Gilligan, but what the heck, I can guard coconuts, if you'll take the night shift. Remember, "Put the lime in the coconut, drink 'em both up."
I didn't see anything in the mail, did you send it to work or home? I'm ready for St. Louis, just about anytime, as long as you and Garth go hunting again.
well simmons, next time you get the urge to hit up the links and cant find anyone, let me know and ill be glad to tag along, that is if you can stand the company of a wildcat fan for four hours!!!!!
No problem, as long as you can stand getting whooped on the course by an old man...in about 3 and a half.
well i just took the game up about six years ago, so I dont take losing at golf all too personal. Im bout a 18 handicap, so as long as you are not a scratch golfer or better, I think that i can handle it!!!
you guessed it--- no beer cart-- just have most of the needed ingreediants on site. maybe you can mix your own? I don't know.
I was reviewing the comments from your last post and there it is, a truth.
"T'would be a pity/to miss Rock City!" Virginia is for lovers
I had missed it entirely, and I am sorry.
I've actually never been to Rock City. That was the answer Simmons gave to a trivial pursuit question regarding the popular saying often painted atop barns across the US. The real answer was, "Don't miss Rock City." We probably gave it to him, though.
"Have you ever rolled out of bed in the morning and thought to yourself that you just had a brilliant idea?"
Yup. It was: "Rolling out didn't work so well, tomorrow I'm gonna go back to my old way of sitting up on the side of the bed and stepping onto the floor."
"At the southern edge of the region covered in The Land of the Smokies lay several tourist destinations in the vicinity of Chattanooga. Rock City, on the Georgia side, became a legend because of the famous barn ads that would appear across much of the eastern half of the country with messages such as "'Twould be a pity to miss Rock City.""
"The Land of the Smokies: Great Mountain Memories" (University Press of Mississippi)
If the great historian Tim Hollis says it is so, it is so. Pay attention to your old Dad, he's not as dumb as he looks. That Trivial Pursuit game doesn't know everything.
Great, you just took Trivial Pursuit down:) I have a mission for you. You can still be a Contenda. It would be a better choice I would have, than what I felt like I was forced to do today.
I think I'd start big if I were you. You can still play plenty of golf between Senate votes.