Golf, Chivalry, Family, and Ducks

I’ll pick this up where I left of with the last entry, around 0845. That’s the time Diane made it known that she was sure I was going to be late for my 0940 T time with Jimbo. I knew better, of course, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. I just said, “Yes, dear,” and kissed her ‘bye. Her plan was to stay home and paint the hall, something she really enjoys … paint the hall.

I arrived with time to spare, and before Jim. Doug was also invited, and was prepared to play with us next Tuesday, but the day was changed due to the forecast of inclement weather on that day. But, he already had plans with his son today, so couldn’t go. That’s OK because there be other times.

Once Jim was there we got lined up for our T time, and were paired with a couple of young men, Mike and Scott. Jim went off first with a suitable drive, and I followed with a towering hit, all of 3 feet off the ground, and about 15 feet passed the end of the cliff that defines the 1st T box. So, it wasn’t a total bust because it rolled to the bottom of the hill, giving me the possibility of a decent 2nd shot.

Now, I’m not going to bore you with a play-by-play for the entire 18 holes because that would be totally boring. What I will tell you about it, however, is that today I learned that young people see me as old, potentially a bit feeble, and that most of them are really nice. Specifically, I’m speaking of Mike and Scott.

Scott went off the 1st T with a 3 iron, I think, not a driver, and he smacked it a long ways out there. Then Mike got up and gave us a preview of what we would see from him for the next 17 holes, except for the short holes. He drove the ball 300 yards, easy, bending it around the dog leg right like a pro. His short game was just as good. It was pretty amazing to watch both of them do what they do. They were having more fun than people are normally allowed.

Neither Jim nor I attempted to compare our games to theirs, but we did match them on a few hits. Jim more than me, but all of us had some pretty incredible putts. We even made some pretty incredible drives off the T, so all in all it was a good day of golf. On the front nine Jim and I were neck and neck, but he pulled away on the back nine. I ultimately won, however, because I got to hit the ball 118 times but Jim only hit it 96 times. We have no idea what Mike and Scott did, and don’t even think they were keeping score. It was one hole at a time for them and they bet on every one of them. The loser had to chug a beer. Yes, they got loud, but they were very considerate the entire time. It was obvious they were just letting off steam from a week of work.

On the back nine it became clear to me that Scott was looking after me, and was going out of his way to make sure I didn’t, say, fall in a ditch, or a creek. He was there to help dig my errant balls out of the brush and other places they landed where it was impossible to hit them. His actions reaffirmed my faith in young people and makes me think it would be OK for me to let them help when they wish. It’s just not something I’m used to because I’ve always been the one to do that. Both Jim and I are crowding 70, however, so maybe it’s OK to back off a little and accept help when offered. So, lesson learned.

Here we are having just too much fun for words … also, I win for most number of chins …

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Here’s Jim looking like a pro …

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… and here he is contemplating his T shot down to that green that’s right behind the big tree.

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He hit it over the tree and got a par. I hit it the right direction and it came down right smack in the middle of the big tree and I got something like an 8. No, a 6.

Shortly after I got home, Jack called to see if we were home. He wasn’t sure if we were still at the beach, or not so was checking. He wanted to come visit, which he and Wy are always welcome to do. He knows that, of course. He just didn’t want to make a trip and find out we weren’t home.

While waiting for them to arrive, I took all the base boards off the walls in the hall to make it easier for Diane to paint. I will, of course, help with the painting – I’m the “cut in” guy, using a brush around door frames and around the area where the wall meets the ceiling. For some odd reason, that’s something I can do pretty well. Me, who can’t normally get a screw driver into a screw slot without using two hands. Go figure …

I also watched the last quarter of the Ducks vs. Tennessee football game which ended 59-14, Oregon. They had 59 last week, also, their lowest score so far this season. It’s all early scoring, too, because the last half of their games are played by the 2nd and 3rd string. Pretty amazing. Fun to watch, too, with their fast forward playing style. They are #2 in the nation behind Alabama. We look forward to seeing how it all works out.

Now, for some Good/Bad news. While Jack and Wynette were here, Kathie R called to say hers and Mike’s October trip was going to be delayed until March. That’s the bad news. The good news is that Kathie is getting a brand, spanking new elbow which is going to terminate her constant pain. Though we were looking forward to seeing them in October, it will still be good to see them in March. She’ll have an awesome scar to share with us then. Incidentally, Kathie’s new elbow is from San Francisco and she and Mike have to go there to get it for her. Seems to me that Mike could just go get it and bring it back to Sacramento to have it installed. Seems like something that could be done in pretty much any    out-patient clinic. Maybe even a good horse doctor could do it. Might be cheaper, too, except I doubt insurance would cover it. Well, maybe it would, with Obamacare.

Now, the day is done. It’s half time for the Oregon St. vs. Utah game and I think I’ll go take a shower.

Before doing that, however, here’s a picture of the bagel I almost lost this morning …

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Golfing, Rocks, and the USN

Today I rediscovered why I generally do not golf more than 9 holes on any given day. It’s because I get a little giddy after the ninth hole, like you do when you’ve been awake for a couple of days, and everything is funny, even when it really isn’t. Still, it was a fun time that I really enjoyed, and I’ll probably do it again. We used a cart and I’m still stiff and sore.

I was treated to this experience by by friend and classmate, Jimbo. He’s married to Sue, in case you didn’t know, and owns a business that supplies pretty much every kind of appliance known to mankind to pretty much every hotel/motel chain in the free world. Oh, he supplies DVDs, too. Consequently, he’s doing quite well in the business world. You check his stuff out on his Hospitality Supplies web site. If you see something you like, let me know and I’ll see if I can get you a discount. No guarantees, but who knows?

To start the day out a dump truck arrived bright and early to deliver a pile of rocks we ordered yesterday. Diane insisted. They’re for the ditch by the garage that I need to expand a bit, and ensure it’s actually slopped correctly so the water runs away from the driveway. To do this I’ve been given permission to rent a mini excavator from Don’s Rental! That’s going to be so much fun that I might just dig up way more dirt than necessary to “get it right.” I suppose I could dig it out with my poleasky and a shovel but that’s, like, work. The excavator will be way more fun.

I think the final plans have been made for our reunion for the USS Dennis J. Buckley (DD-808) at the end of this month. It’s going to be in San Diego. Diane and I were responsible for arranging everything and it’s turning out to be the biggest reunion this ship has ever had. It’s really amazing. There will be 131 people there. In 2010, in Buffalo, NY, there were 40 or so. The last bit to be finalized was the tour buses to get everyone from point to point without losing any of them. This ship was commissioned in 1944 and decommissioned in 1973, so even those who were aboard in 1973 are old now. One individual, who is coming, was aboard from 1948 to 1954. Pretty amazing.

Diane put the dogs on alert that it’s OK to rouse me a bit early tomorrow, since I have to get up early anyway, to get the equipment I need in the morning. So, it’s time to quit.

Camping

Two days ago we loaded up the RV with everything we own, including all the food we had, and headed for the wilderness a little East of Vernonia. We went there because it was out understanding that it was the only place in the world that wouldn’t be inundated with political rhetoric and the never-ending barrage of unsavory news stories. That was true, until Diane told me she had to have internet access in order to submit her Avon order for this week.

Doing that, of course, violated about 12 rules of camping … there shouldn’t be internet access in any campground. You should have to go to the nearest village for that. I already knew there wasn’t any TV reception because that’s the first thing I checked. There was, however, excellent cell phone service, another violation.

Since there was excellent cell service, there was no problem getting my new iPad hooked up to the internet after a couple of conversations with some very nice AT&T people who answer phones at 611 in order to help people like me.

Once Diane had access she did her order and all was good, but knowing I could take it that one step further was just more than I could bear, so I downloaded some apps from the app store. Just the free ones. I rarely pay for apps. Just Angry Birds. And Angry Bird sequels. Nothing else. The apps I downloaded violated more camping rules because they related to News. There is no current news allowed in camp grounds unless it comes from someone newly arrived who is eager to share what they know.

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That’s us camping, by the way … about 28 hours ago when we got here. After everything was set up. We had Papa Murphy’s Pizza for supper, another violation. It was really good, and I ate too much of it. But, what the heck, we’re camping. We brought the pizza with us and Diane baked it in the RV’s tiny little oven. Worked pretty good.

We brought Cedric and Jeran with us yesterday, along with the two dogs. Jeran rode with me, and Cedric rode with Diane, in the chase car. Actually, it was the lead car, and I followed in the RV so I guess we now have a “chase RV”, instead of a chase car. We brought the Buick because I have physical therapy at VA tomorrow morning that I dare not miss.

This afternoon Daniel and Jennifer arrived and the level of activity increased. Yesterday I was pretty much cripple because my back seized up while eating pizza (so I’m never doing that again) making it necessary for me to eat with my elbow propped on the table. After eating, and working my way slowly from my place at the picnic table, I limped all over the place until Diane suggested that I give it up and go to bed, which I did. This morning my back still hurt, but it was much better and I didn’t have to limp as much, which pleased Diane. She doesn’t like it when I limp. Sometimes, however, I just can’t help it. The physical therapy I’m getting tomorrow is my 4th session to deal with the back issue. Oddly, the back issue causes my right hip and leg to hurt, a lot, but not my back. I suspect I’ve mentioned this before so will not bore you with those details.

Because of all the limping, and whatnot, I was allowed to take a nap this afternoon. It was good because it helped relieve the pain a great deal. While I dozed, Diane and Jennifer went about the business of making dinner for everyone, except for Lydia who isn’t here. She’s at another camp with her friend, Brianna. It’s a church thing.

Diane cooked a large pan of frozen lasagna in our tiny oven and during the end of that evolution I became more alert and asked Diane a few questions. She failed to respond to any of them so I mentally investigated the possibility that I had died while laying there. Finally, however, she came a little closer so I asked another question and she immediately responded and wasn’t at all surprised that by answering a simple, innocuous question, she had just resurrected me from dead. Actually, she didn’t know it because I was so relieved that I was alive that I didn’t mention it. Until now.

Now it’s late, and our day is done. It’s going to be an early day tomorrow because we have to be back in civilized country by 0930 for my appointment. It’s going to take about 45 minutes to get there and, as I said previously, we cannot be late. Anyone who is late for a VA appointment is punished by the appointment people who ensure that your next appointment, for any reason, is not any time soon.

Good night.