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!

Breakfast Ball

breakfast-ballIt’s 7:30 am and time to make that first swing off the tee. Now, I am barely awake at this hour and to try to actually hit that tiny ball is going to be a challenge for me. The gal I play with has a wonderful sense of humor and great compassion for this very novice golfer. So, on this morning my first swing doesn’t go overly far (yes, I lifted my head) and where does it land? Of course, right next to a squirrel hole! Now complete with a dusting of sand, my little fluorescent pink ball sits perched on the grass ready to challenge me for another swing. This is what we call a ‘breakfast ball.’ My sweet friend gave it to me, but I did not accept the do over…I saved it for what I knew would be another bad shot sometime during the game.

Being over sixty is not the best age to pick up this sport! I am terrible at this game as I have little hand-eye coordination. I am not athletic. I can never remember if the club number is higher, it goes farther or is it the other way around. I don’t have the stamina for 18 holes. I don’t like getting sweaty in summer golf, BUT I LOVE the game!

I love the outdoors and the fact that each hole is like a brand new game. I love golf carts. I love the cute golf clothes. I love my pretty pink golf club grips. But most of all, I have FUN! I don’t care that I’m terrible. I don’t care what my score is. I can laugh at those ‘air swings’ and the hits where it looks more like bowling than golfing.

I have a small selection of clubs; but let’s face it, I can barely use what I have. My bag has a 9, 8, 7, P, S, a hybrid 4.5 and a putter. The hybrid doesn’t like me…and I don’t care for it either…too heavy. But I drag it out from time to time. When I hit into the 30’s I get to have a 3 iron! How’s that for a goal?!

Want to know how bad a golfer I am? Well, on a par 3 executive 9 hole course I can score from a 41 to a 53! Now that is just awful, I know. But watch out! With golf lessons and playing twice a week I just might break 40! I’ve experience two birdies and half a dozen pars. My objective now, is no 6’s and to try to always 2 putt.

Retired golf is the best!!! So glad I found this sport.

Morning Walk

 

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I’m retired. I get to sleep in. But my Fitbit says I need 10,000 steps today, so I had better get up and get moving! Hope you have better luck getting up and moving in the morning!

I met some other retired friends from the teaching field and we took off for a nice 3 mile walk along the bay. I was stunned by the beauty that was ahead of me. The bay seemed like pure glass and the cloud cover created the perfect lighting to create a mirror image of the shoreline. I just had to stop a snap a shot. God’s glory is all around, but this just really hit me in the face as sheer perfection.

Thanks for the great walk!