In honor of what would have been his 98th birthday, I decided to use my set of hickories from the 1930's...the same types of clubs he used as a young man.
Golf was one of his favorite pastimes, and when he was prowling the links with some regularity he hung around par.
So I thought I'd channel a little bit of his spirit out there on the links today.
This, it turned out, was not a great idea.
My regular set of hickories from Louisville Golf are quite a bit heavier than the antique set I've got, and so with the lighter clubs my timing was off for most of the round.
If Dad was watching today, he had to be shaking his head and wondering how someone related to him by blood could be that bad at an activity in which he excelled.
Oh well...the best I could muster was 1 par and 2 bogies...and that was on the last 3 holes...took me that long to adjust my swing to the lighter clubs.
Every other hole was an exercise in higher math and bizarre physics.
When I got home I quickly removed the 1930's era hickories from my Sunday bag and put them back in mothballs where they shall remain.
Sorry Dad...gave it my best effort.
Happy Birthday...looking forward to seeing you again.
Last night as expected our neighbors were kind enough to provide a fireworks show for us...
...several in fact...we were surrounded by fireworks for most of the evening while we sat outside and visited.
Saved us the trouble of piling into the car and fighting the crowds.
Things continue to bloom around the ol' homestead...
|...the tiger lilies are gorgeous...|
|...the yucca plants are flowering now...|
|...threw this one just because I like the way the flag looks...|
While I was trying to relax in our adirondack chairs, Karen decided to relax as well...
...and that, folks, is as close as Karen comes to "relaxing"...she's digging in the dirt to plant some more flowers we bought today.
And guess who got to haul the bucket full of dirt?
Yes, they are beautiful flowers, and yes, I am thrilled at how spectacular the place looks under her constant care and tireless ninja landscaping.
I'm also exhausted.
Our back patio is a real eyesore...
...lots of cracked and uneven cement...so I'm paying #4 son to break it out and pour a new one.
Here he is getting started...
The demolition part of this job is not especially complicated...you just beat the snot out of it with an 8 lb sledge hammer, something he happens to be really good at doing.
But this holiday weekend #5 son and his bride are staying with us...and it just so happened older brother chose this brutally hot weekend to get started on this lovely job.
Was #5 son happy about being pressed into service as designated helper?
I'll let you be the judge...
|"How did I get roped into this nonsense on the hottest day of the summer??"|
...and he hauled a truck load away as well.
We have neighbors who'll use pieces for retaining walls, pathways, etc.
I have a very bad feeling Karen will want to do the same which means her beast of burden (read: me) will be forced back into a life of conscripted labor once again...I'm so happy I could spit.
And now I must bid you a fatigued farewell.
later, mcm fans...
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