Thursday, February 9, 2012


I used to be fun. I did. I learned how to golf. I went to plays. I hosted parties. Now all I want a nap. What happened?!? Anyone else have this slowing-down problem?

Growing up we lived across the street from a vacant lot. My dad would stand in our front yard and hit golf balls into the lot.  
One day, I was driving home from school and pulled up right as his ball smacked into the curb, ricocheted, flew back across the street . . .  
and . . .  
smashed into one of the picture windows at the front of the house. 
To his credit, he stood there for a minute and then started to laugh. "I guess I better go find my ball," and he went inside.  
My sister sent me a follow-up. 
[W]e were inside, heard a loud crash and saw the golf ball roll into the family room. Soon, dad calmly walked in, picked up the ball and went right back out to keep hitting balls.

#Golf #I’mOld #Fun


No comments :