I am so very blessed to have 2 wonderful sisters! We may not live in the same towns, but we are within a two-hour drive, making visits possible. In today’s busy world not a lot of people our age have managed to stay living near one another. It seems like career opportunities, college relocations, marriages, housing affordability, etc. split siblings from one coast to the other. We love our time together now that our busy schedules with kids sports, recitals, etc. are behind us.
This summer we gathered together to celebrate one of our children’s weddings. It would have been so great if Mom and Dad were still alive to see not only their grandson’s wedding, but to see their great grand children and all the family. Our parents raised us to keep family close, to love one another, and to give thanks for all that we have. We thank the Lord for all he has given us and for opportunities like weddings to gather together and share memories past, present, and to dream of the future. Love you all!
Sorry I didn’t get all of the family in the pictures, but here are a few candid shots.
There is little better than an unhurried day on a beautifully manicured golf course that you only had to pay $10 for 9 holes of golf. Ah, retired golf. Little did I know when the day began, just how interesting the morning was going to be.
It started with deciding to hit a few balls at the range to warm up because I was really feeling stiff and it was cold outside. So, I paid for a little buck of balls, got my coded slip of paper to take over to the kiosk to get the bucket. To my utter surprise when I stood at the kiosk there was a magnifying glass hanging on a cord. Huh! What was that for? Then it dawned on me, it was there to ‘assist’ with reading the small coded number you punch into the key pad that allows you to get the balls! LOL. Guess golf really is a retired persons sport! Which begs the question, “Can golfers see well enough to hit the ball and not kill anyone?”
This should have been a clue to how the morning would unfold. My golfing buddy arrived and off to the first hole we went. And what do we find hovering all around the tee area? A was a small covert of coots. Coots are these funny little black birds with white beaks and odd feet. They fear little, so were non-pulsed when I was setting up. It appears that the coots wanted to hang out right in front of the tee area and had no real intentions of leaving. I’m ready to go and they still weren’t moving so… I got out my hybrid club and in typical first swing fashion, hit a breakfast ball! Yes, it landed almost in front of me and smacked a coot! Those of you who know me well know I am no fan of birds, but I did hope I didn’t kill one of the little guys. Fortunately it shook off the smacking and wandered off with the rest of the covert. My repeat shot was much better. The club has a nickname now: The Coot Slayer! My score was better than usual, so I’d say it was a banner day. Can’t wait for next week’s game. You just may hear more about the exploits of the Coot Slayer club!