Friday, August 23, 2019

What A Glorious...

...morning for Fall Golf...except it's not Autumn yet, nor have I ever seen that golf course before.

But it was indeed a beautiful morning that definitely felt like fall...about 53 degrees when I started with bright sunshine and a cool, gentle breeze...
...a picture perfect day to walk 9...
...and I did ok, most of the time...Calamity Jane and I kissed and made up, and since then I've putted a little better.

Parred a couple and bogeyed a few...
I tried pulling the cup just a tad to the right but it wouldn't budge...
...including 2 where I had my chance at 1 putt for par but left it just a leetle bit short...
Only real trouble I had was on 4, which turned into the Battle of Ricochet Grove...a stand of sinister trees on the left side of the fairway with evil intent snagged my otherwise perfect drive off the tee, and I had to ricochet my way out of there.

What?  You think trees aren't sinister?

Guess you never saw The Wizard of Oz...
...or even the Tree Creature that Karen summoned from the arboreal nether regions...
...oh, she might try to blame that on me, but she's shifty that way...and really, as Groucho Marx once asked...
Who are you going to believe?

Me, or your own eyes?

Anyway, after finally escaping Ricochet Grove the rest of my round was fine.

As usual, some solitude, some exercise and a delightful stroll through the country.
We sold our white midcentury modern fireplace earlier this year...the one that we used to heat the bonus room...
...but just the fireplace, not the log set in it...and since heating season is just around the corner, we decided to buy a summer clearance fire pit to house the log set in the bonus room this winter...
...not quite the same style as our malm fireplace, but for $50 what do you expect?  Should do the trick when the cold winds blow.

Eventually, when we finally turn our attention to finishing the bonus room, we'll put an art deco fireplace against the stone wall...
...or something close to it.
Karen spruced up our favorite sitting place in our front yard...
...added the umbrella to protect us from falling acorns and cushions for comfort.

Good stuff, right?

No...not nearly good enough...under the merciless hand of my very own personal slave driver, we repurposed a bunch of those broken cement pieces from the back patio, along with 9 bags of pea gravel, to make an even better place to relax than before...
Why was that necessary you ask?

It is unwise to ask such things, grasshopper...
...you must simply put your shoulder to the wheel and grind for as long as the master deems fit.  Relaxation is best when you're working...and working...and working...

Ok, I admit it...it's a lot better than it was...and there's usually a very pleasant breeze here with a nice view of the front yard...
...plus we can keep an eye on the neighbors...y'know, make sure no one's stepping out of line or fomenting rebellion in the kingdom, that type of thing.

Whatever you do, don't tell Karen I said that...she'll think I'm paranoid.
I'm not, of course...I just know my pursuers are all out to get me.


Remember, the complete and total lack of evidence is proof the conspiracy is working...

But since you brought it up, here's this week's group of Random Sightings...

looks dead, but he ain't...touched him and he flipped over and flew away...weird...


saw this pic on a special about Mackinac Island...quite the group picture on Arch Rock...taken back before we became a society that puts warning labels on shampoo bottles...

speaking of rock formations...our bubbling fountain has grown some green stuff...



the view on my drive home one evening...looked like we were in for a blow but most of it slipped by us with just a few raindrops...


finally got a pic of Mr. Hummingbird...he's been hanging around for a couple of weeks now...gotta be quick with this guy...


Rory Calhoun stopped by to check on our corn crop...knee high by July...

ah...reaching for that first cup o' joe in the morning...



And that, dear readers, brings us to the end of another excitin' edition of the Atomic Monster Cafe.


We thank you for your patronage, but then why wouldn't you?

We're as comfortable as that old pair of sneakers your wife has been trying to get you to throw out for the last few years...
...because they're unsightly, and let's face it, they don't smell all that good, either.

But you know what?  As far as we're concerned you can keep 'em, and you can tell her we said so!

(Now about your wife...she's not prone to violence, is she?)

Plus, we're relatively sane here at the AMC...not as weird as say, those flat earthers...
...or those Beatle conspiracy kooks...
...or even the Climate Control / Russian Mafia twits...


Normalcy, that's our policy.

Now, where did I put my tin foil hat?

...later, mcm fans...


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