Thank goodness, I've got my little dog. Cause without her I'd be toto lee lost.
Enough! It's time to get serious.
First the weather.
The Ducks came back to Lake Maria. The tide is in. The wind is blowing on shore. The lake is crawling up her banks. There is more rain in the forecast. I'm thinking of getting an inflatable boat, just in case.
A lesson in my continuing crusade to convince people not to grow old.
Talk about overdoing it. My friends and I are now going to the gym three mornings a week. We upped it one more day because they no longer have to bowl. I know! I have a little trouble processing that too. Be that where it may, it means one more solid hour of pedaling and pumping and one more trip to our favorite breakfast spot. And this week? Well this week, boys and girls, Poppa Jeff went to the range and hit some golf balls.
Full disclosure, I have been doing some stretching and strength exercises that loosely correlate with swinging a golf club. So, when confronted with the choice of large, medium, or small bucket of range balls, I took the Large.
Background; At this point in my sixty-seven years of playing golf (I started when I was nine.) I am playing as if I took up the game the day before yesterday. A golfer regardless of his skills, experience or age needs two good legs. Neither of mine is working that well, and I hold little hope for improvement. To be clear any dream I had of playing better each year I played is just that, a dream. My game has always been... A polite word might be inconsistent. Right now, being able to hit a good shot without falling down is a reasonable goal.
Back to that large bucket of balls that I ordered to hit at the range, after working out at the gym in the morning. If I were to play nine holes of golf, I would not swing the club as many times as there balls in that LARGE bucket. For instance, if I scored a sixty for nine holes, 14 -18 of those shots would be with my putter. I hit enough balls to have played eighteen holes. Trust me here, despite my stretching and resistance exercises, Friday morning when I woke up I had that, 'he ain't heavy he's my brother' feeling in my hips and shoulders. Remember my advice. Do not get old. It's a waste of time.
Enough! It's time to get serious.
First the weather.
The Ducks came back to Lake Maria. The tide is in. The wind is blowing on shore. The lake is crawling up her banks. There is more rain in the forecast. I'm thinking of getting an inflatable boat, just in case.
A lesson in my continuing crusade to convince people not to grow old.
Talk about overdoing it. My friends and I are now going to the gym three mornings a week. We upped it one more day because they no longer have to bowl. I know! I have a little trouble processing that too. Be that where it may, it means one more solid hour of pedaling and pumping and one more trip to our favorite breakfast spot. And this week? Well this week, boys and girls, Poppa Jeff went to the range and hit some golf balls.
Full disclosure, I have been doing some stretching and strength exercises that loosely correlate with swinging a golf club. So, when confronted with the choice of large, medium, or small bucket of range balls, I took the Large.
Background; At this point in my sixty-seven years of playing golf (I started when I was nine.) I am playing as if I took up the game the day before yesterday. A golfer regardless of his skills, experience or age needs two good legs. Neither of mine is working that well, and I hold little hope for improvement. To be clear any dream I had of playing better each year I played is just that, a dream. My game has always been... A polite word might be inconsistent. Right now, being able to hit a good shot without falling down is a reasonable goal.
Back to that large bucket of balls that I ordered to hit at the range, after working out at the gym in the morning. If I were to play nine holes of golf, I would not swing the club as many times as there balls in that LARGE bucket. For instance, if I scored a sixty for nine holes, 14 -18 of those shots would be with my putter. I hit enough balls to have played eighteen holes. Trust me here, despite my stretching and resistance exercises, Friday morning when I woke up I had that, 'he ain't heavy he's my brother' feeling in my hips and shoulders. Remember my advice. Do not get old. It's a waste of time.
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