A Sign The Apocalypse...

...is near:  when what used to be the most powerful nation on earth pretends an escapee from a dementia care facility is president.

The man doesn't even know what century he's in.

Granted he's from the 20th century; the 1st half, and he's way past his "best if used by" date.

With halfwits like him in power, the end must be near, so be ready:

It's been awhile, so let's do...

...the Unhappy Man update...aka the dreaded diet.

In truth it hasn't been terrible, but that's not to say it's been fun; far from it.  Even so, I'm down from 211 to 195, so there is progress.

Might have a few more pounds to go, but my willpower is weakening, and I'm blaming the solar eclipse...

..and Krispy Kreme.

I didn't have one of their eclipse donuts, but I would if I could find one.

With a cup of coffee to go, so I could eat in shame, by myself, in my car.

Make that 2 donuts.

In the "annual rite of spring" department...

...I walked my first round of 9 this weekend, using my very slimmed down "gutty playset".

That's my new "long spoon" from <Kelly Leonard>, my 1920's mashie, and my long nose putter, also from Kelly.

The plan over the next couple of months is to add a play club and a baffing spoon, and replace my mashie with a smooth face lofting iron so it will be an official pre-1900 gutty playset.

But you play with what you've got not what you want, so I did.

beautiful but chilly morning...42 degrees

And it was about what I expected:  hit some good shots, some not so good, and a bunch of in between.

Did manage to bogey 3 holes...

..."1 putt for par" chances that wound up as 2 putts for bogey.

Haven't named my long nose putter yet, but "Stranger Danger" and "Stick Of Death" are currently in the running.

Definitely need more practice with what's-his-name 'cause at the moment we are not on the same page.

Even so it was a mostly enjoyable round...ended up with the same ball I started, and in a truly bizarre moment, even found one I lost from last year...

...unless there's someone else swinging hickories and playing McIntyre Park gutta perchas.

Not likely, so I'm treating it as my reclaimed property.

Anyway, I know what I need to practice, and it's a beautiful day, so if you'll excuse me now...

You know what that means:

hope you remembered your eclipse glasses

beautiful scenery in Italy from "fixer to fabulous"

I do miss Mr. T

another rite of spring...the battle against the moles

As you skeedaddle, a word of wisdom from our Creator:

later, mcm fans...