My husband and I have been married for over 33 years. We met when I was 13, so we do have a history. Recently we moved back out into the country, where we definitely feel more comfortable. We were living in a golf community with not too friendly neighbors. The fees were high but they offered some wonderful amenities. It’s our own fault we never used them.
What is most ironic is now that we’ve moved, we have taken up golf.
Taken up might be a stretch. We have starting trying to hit a little white ball into a very small hole under less than 10 strokes. Par 3 holes are really par 10 for us.
I have always considered myself pretty good at specific sports – bowling, softball, tennis, horseshoes (I know that’s a stretch). My dad was an incredible golfer and I believe when he reached an age that he could no longer play, his life wasn’t the same.
I am one of the few people in the world that love to watch golf on television. I don’t care much about football or baseball, unless I am there in person, but I love watching Golf. Maybe this is a sign of aging, I don’t know. Tiger was my hero, until his little episode, but I do enjoy watching him attempt to play now too.
If he has trouble, then I guess it’s okay that I am not very good at something I enjoy. Someone asked me what my handicap is. All I can say is, it depends on the day – it could be my back, my legs or the weather!
Golf Pro?
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