Washing the Golf Course!

Let’s shampoo the golf course!

I can’t golf yet, but I  walked the course with my friend the other morning. I acted as score keeper. As I feared, she is getting better and better, while I can barely move my arm.

As we were walking from the 1st tee, I noticed little soap bubbles all over the course. What?! Was the course dirty or something? Did the nearby car wash explode and bubbles drifted onto the course? Where were these bubbles from?

Then I noticed all these sprouts of grass everywhere. Of course, when you aren’t lugging a golf bag or concentrating on the game, you notice  these oddities. I had to contain my curiosity until we finished the round.

I went to the front desk and asked what the deal was with the soap and silky sprouts. Did you guess the soap was fertilizer and the grass was full of new seedlings?  Guess I have a lot to learn about this game called golf.

Golf Swing vs Rotator Cuff

So, just what is a rotator cuff and how do you tear it? My online dictionary says  it is a “capsule with fused tendons that supports the arm at the shoulder joint and is often subject to athletic injury.”

The good news is I can be considered an athlete! I always wanted to be an athlete, but that means you have to have some sort of ability-which I do not have. I have learned to swing a club and I golf twice a week so I guess that makes me a retired golfing pro!

The bad news is that I partially tore my left rotator cuff. The diagnosis from an MRI came with lots of other long words I can’t pronounce. All I know is that I can’t really move the arm much. Sleeping is a bear and I’m sidelined from swinging a club.

The good news is we are going to try physical therapy first before surgery. I have a great physical therapist that I have had before for hip bursitis, so I have a lot of confidence in him. Things are going REALLY slow right now.

The bad news is I am missing out on all of the great spring golfing weather. I hate the hot summers, so spring is my favorite time to golf! I’ll let you know when I can swing a club again…

 

Hidden Shots

Being the stellar golfer that I am, I had one of those days on the golf course where I spent more time searching for my ball than hitting off the green. So sad!

Because of my extreme hitting accuracy (haha), I am often looking for wayward balls. One solution is to use pink or florescent pink balls. Easy to spot, right? Not necessarily! For example, you see this little jewel nestled under a patch of weeds? From the other side it is completely hidden. It took forever to find.

Or, take this little beauty. Embedded in the natural habitat is one cute little pink ball. Can you imagine if I used a white or yellow ball? Never would have found it.

But the best of all was having a ball get buried in the tall ornamental grass that lined the creek bed. I really could not find the ball until we started digging down into each tuft of grass. Yes, I took a drop. Since I play with such a great friend, no penalty was incurred.

The day ended in the sand, but at least I could spot the ball!

Moral of this story: Golfing is not about skill, but about the fun you have in the quiet outdoors with friends. Lots of laughs, memorable stories, and the occasional great shot. Love this sport!

Golf cover vs. Marmot Masher

Back in early December I wrote about my encounter with the coots. You may recall that I hit one of those ugly birds with my new hybrid club.  Ever since it has been called the “Coot Slayer.”

I had been wanting a driver to add to my meager collection of clubs. So for Christmas Dan got me a used club for a whopping  $59.00. He was skeptical I could use such a long club, so why spend a lot of money?  Smart thinking on his part!

The first day I took my club to the course I was playing in a foursome. Those poor people did not know the laughs they were in for. My friend had her bag well off to the side and was waiting for me to tee off. She had taken the squirrel cover off her driver and set it on top of the club. Oh, I hit the ball alright! I hit the squirrel in the head and knocked it off the club. I killed it! So my friends decided the driver needed a name. It is now known as the “Marmot Masher.”

Truth be told I am really quite good with this club now that I’ve learned to swing it correctly-well better than before. Golfing with me is an experience you will never forget. I provide great dinner table stories sure to entertain!

After the Storm

We have had a stormy winter season and it has left us with some strange sights. As I walked alondsc00868g the bay the other day, the ground was littered with broken branches and many fallen eucalyptus frawns. These are all things I expected to see after a windy rain storm. Then I noticed a bunch of tumbleweeds. Yes, tumbleweeds along the shoreline! I have never seen such a thing in my 40 years here in San Diego. Don’t you think it is odd for a dry land object to dsc00866be floating in saltwater? It was just gently floating along in the current.

I’m not sure these gulls know what to make of the big floating blob cruising along their home turf.

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A beached or yet to be launched tumbleweed.

I’m a Golfer!

Yes, it’s official, I’m a retired golfer! With minimal hand- eye co-ordination, limited spatial vision, and fear of being hit by a ball, don’t you think I’ve picked the “just right” sport for me? I’ve never liked sports for the above obvious reasons, but the golf bug has bitten and I can’t get enough!  Golfing two days a week now with a lesson twice a month.

I’ve decided that if you dress the part, talk the part, and show up for early tee-times, you are officially a golfer! As a reminder, I only golf executive 9- hole courses for now, but my 2017 goals have been set to expand my field of play.

Dan and the kids got me set with a requested 6 iron, new pink balls, tees, and a towel that wasn’t white. My mother-in-law gave me money so I quickly headed for Golf-mart to purchase a driver, a new bag, shoes (hated the old ones), 2 new shirts, and a new hybrid cover. Thanks family!

Today, I played 18 holes for the first time since July (still an executive course with only 4 par 3’s). Oh what a day! Fantastic shots and putts! Of 18 holes my putts were all ones or two’s! But the best part….wait for it…img_6840

I smacked my friend’s squirrel driver cover!  Yes, knocked it off the club and to the ground. Never used a driver until today, so control is still a bit of an issue, but this was a beautiful shot! Who else could have nailed that?  Now I have to give this club a name. Remember my hybrid is now the Coot Slayer (see earlier post), so this new club needs an equally awesome name. I am open to suggestions. We all got a great laugh. Maybe you had to be there, I don’t know.

I’m hoping Dan is going to want to play golf with me now that I’m improving so much. Perhaps I won’t mention this incident though!

Morning Golf vs. The Coots

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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.

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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! img_6666Yes, 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!