Went golfing again yesterday... and hit a hole in one! No... it wasn't with a club and a golf ball. I had this glazed donut and reached the hole in the center with one bite.
I almost always take donuts to the golf course. Sometimes I just take the donut holes ... they're less filling.
I have a golf cart, but it never seems to make it to the golf course. I use it to putt around the yard. The reason is those donuts. All that fried dough and jelly deserves walking the golf course.
When I play golf, I usually tee off around 8 a.m. Besides my donuts I take a large thermos of coffee. Nothing like striking a golf ball when you're wired.
Yesterday I played at Seven Hills. Like Spring Hill, there are no real hills... except ant hills and the occasional elevated green, but it's the psychology of the name that makes one feel accomplished by walking the course.
I'm not in a hurry when I play golf. Actually, I'm not in much of a hurry when I do anything. It's taken me 64 years to get where I am. Taking a little longer to get to wherever I'm going seems like a reasonable effort. Besides, when you rush through life you miss allot of amusement along the way.
Sometimes when I play golf, I feel like I'm at the beach. Sand, sand everywhere. There are days when I think I should carry a blanket and picnic basket... and just sit in the sand and watch the players go by.
Actually, I do fairly well on the golf course. I ain't no Tiger Woods but in another 15 or so years I'll be shooting my age.... If I'm still shooting high 70's and low eighties.
No golf today. I've been on the go all year (all 5 days of it); boy does time fly or what? Anyway, I'm hangin' around the Briars today. My neighbor's live oaks are still shedding leaves in my yard, so today I'll get my exercise with a rake. After my morning coffee and donuts.
That's the way it is in my world... and so it goes.
