FD2006

I spent most of Saturday playing best ball with the Pringle ward at Oak Knoll Golf Course. We all know that I play once a year, but I never let that embarrass me. My long game is usually a lot better than my short game, but I nailed a number of mid-range puts when no one else on our four-man team could, and a couple of my better drives turned out to be the best. It always amazes me how long it takes to play golf; at least six hours had passed before we finished 18 holes (I've always played nine). I feel silly for being tired after playing, but I did the math, and I walked around five miles for the day--so somewhat similar to going on an easy hike in the woods. I still think golf is a game, not a sport . . .

I got to stay in bed until 9:00 a.m. on Sunday (although Aaron was crying my name at 4:00 a.m., and I had to spend a few minutes to ease him back to sleep). It's probably been years since I haven't been up before 7:00 a.m., so I greatly appreciated the chance to be lazy for once. Meg made a huge meal for me to devour, but unfortunately an acquaintance made me over-sized cinnamon rolls in my dream, so my gut filled up faster than expected.

The Keizer Asay's (and cousin Sam) stopped by Sunday night to share some time together. Poor Sam looked sad and confused--and kind of scrawny next to Edward; but our kids tend to be bigger than their peers. It must have given Aaron and Edward an adrenaline burst, however, as they both made it to nearly 10:00 p.m. before falling asleep. I'm glad they came over, because less than 10 days remain before they are gone for ever. 41 years of history comes to a close. It saddens and angers me . . .

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