Thursday, despite all the rain, Bob and I made it out in the evening for a round of golf. Last summer, my mom gave me her golf clubs, which are like new. The clubs I usually play with are ancient, but I was always too cheap to buy a new set b/c I don't golf that often and don't care that much. We used to golf all the time. When we lived in NNY, we joined a course and went 5 days a week. That was back before we had kids, and we had all that "extra" time. So now, certain things are considered a treat, which makes them that much better.
We got caught in a hard downpour for about 15 minutes, then the sun came back and we finished our game.
I was 28 over par. Bob was 16 over, but I still felt like we played well. Really, who cares. It was so relaxing. This coming from a girl who used to throw clubs and throw fits when I wasn't shooting well. Now, I am just happy to be out there, happy to be spending some time with Bob with no one else around.
Happy Friday peeps.