I can’t believe 2 months have passed since I posted this “new perspective” about stealing away to do something that I enjoy. Specifically I spoke of golf, but I do get all tingly inside when I have a camera or a Cricut cartridge in my hand.
Jeremy knew I had been wanting to dust off the ‘ole Kmart clubs from days past, and on Sunday night he asked me if I could get an early start to Monday’s school day so we could play 9 holes the next afternoon. Um…yeah!
We couldn’t have asked for a prettier day to just be outside soaking up the warm autumn sun in Georgia. I think we were the only ones out there, with the exception of some deer on hole #5.
I could go on and on and on about the beautiful weather, colorful trees, and cute little squirrels we encountered that afternoon. That’s because I have pretty much nothing good to say about my game. Apparently my swing has swung. I knew that having children had adversely affected my brain and the shape of my body, but I had no idea that it had also killed my ability to drive a golf ball 200 yards down a straight fairway.
And you want to know the worst part? Walking out of the tee box and hearing my 4 year old say, “Hey Mom! You’re ball is next to mine!”
Nice.
