Golf

Our new home is on the eleventh hole of the Shadow Ridge Golf Course. I have learned a great deal in my life on the golf course.
I began playing golf when I was nine in Willmar, Minnesota. I was not exceptional, but I did enjoy the game and the walking. The smell of the course after a fresh mow and the pain of all the balls I put in the water.
I played as the only girl on the Hellgate High School Golf team for two years until my sister entered high school and then there were two of us. I took twelth in the state of Montana state tournament when I was a junior and enjoyed my senior year with the perks of leaving early everyday to play nine holes.
I have loved the game and this comes naturally as my parents were avid golfers and allowed us to play. I never really cared if I won the match or not. Sorry Dad, but I still never even care to keep score. I enjoy the walk and the time outside.
Now a days the game is so expensive and the clubs so high tech, it leaves me little time to play. When I do play I use the same clubs that I had in high school and when my husband plays he uses them as well.
Anyhow, now a days they play with carts and you must wear certain attire to golf. I used to walk and go barefoot cause I hated golf shoes. I also played witht he boys and still hate to play with girls cause they are so slow.
Our home is about 150 yards from the 11th green. I haven't gotten a score card to see how long this hole is but I am guessing it is an easy par 4. The tee box is visable from my patio. All morning yesterday I heard the dog bark as I was unpacking boxes. This means that people are in the yard which is out of bounds hunting their lost balls. Jeff found three up by the windows.
Conclusion:
Most golfers Suck!!!!! Most golfers pull to the right!!!! Most golfers would rather throw down a new ball than go into someones yard. Most golfers have to use their seven iron from my house to make the green and most of them have failed. So by the time they hit the green they are on their third shot or fourth if they took the penalty. Watching their putting, most golfers are two putters at best. That means that the majority of the golfers in life are double boogie or boogie golfers.
What does this mean.....
Not much except I love watching the golfers from my porch. I miss playing and am going to walk the course this week. And most golfers lie if they tell you they are par golfers.
Also side note:
During a tournament at this same golf course on Thursday, someone threw out a cigarette and started the 12th hole on fire. This fire then flared up again in the evening and burned 4 acres. No house lost but too damn close. Do not smoke and golf people. My dad will tell you DO NOT SMOKE AT ALL!!!!!!
Here's to finding more balls in my yard and laughing at all the stupid swings this week.

Fall

Fall has arrived. Two days in a row now there has been little humidity and a nice breeze. I feel the need for some sweatshirts, jeans and a warm cup of tea. Only problem is all my warm clothes are in Arizona.....
Jeff left yesterday for Arizona and has the impossible task of getting the house ready to be packed. Allison and Brody are helping him and I hope my daughter is able to save some of my stuff, from the trash bin. Funny how one collects so much stuff.
I am really excited to see my Ally and Bird. I am also so excited to get to move into a new home.
Things I will not miss:
The three flights of stairs to the apartment. Winded everyday
The gate at the entrance that will work and not work on its own mood
The noisy lady down below
The lack of parking spots
The need to keep Mocha from barking at other rude dogs, go get them Mocha
The lack of dishes, and utensils
The very squeaky and uncomfortable bed
The glass coffee table that is always moving on the wood floor
The dusty wood floor
Having no privacy
Things I will miss:
No payment
The pool
That is about all.....
Can't wait to move even if I have to lug all our stuff down the three flights.
Want my own, driveway, mailbox, porch, kitchen with my stuff and a house to hold all my stuff......
I can't wait to sit and have a warm cup of tea on my back porch on a crisp fall morning and watch the golfers on the eleventh hole. This will be bliss... Only 11 days to go.