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Never forget.  Always give thanks.

There's an old saying that opines if you <eat a frog> in the morning, the rest of the day's problems will seem like a piece of cake by comparison.

In this case "the frog" is your favorite subject...

...hickory golf.

There's really nothing for it but to get it out of the way so we can get on with life.

And since you asked, 'twas a chilly but enjoyable stroll through the countryside this week.

Not particularly successful, however, as I went down to defeat at the merciless hands of Mr. Links, 3 and 2 (that means I was down 3 holes with only 2 left to play, so my cause was lost).

Earlier in the week I finally gave up on my unhittable lofting iron and replaced it with a baffy...

30* loft

...which I really like, but definitely don't have the range yet.

Oddly, not so long ago I was hitting nothing but irons...

...but with this change I'm now carrying nothing but woods:

left to right: long spoon, short spoon, brassie, baffy, putter

Go figger.

Made for the short game, I was hitting my baffy on the right line, just too far.

Several times I hit over the greens; no surprise that was a score killer.

Unlike modern golf with a different club for every 10 yards, in hickory golf we use the same clubs for wider ranges based on how we hit them: hard, medium, easy.

And I definitely haven't zoned in on my baffy yet.

But overall I'm improving a bit as I continue studying and practicing both the mindset and methods of the great Harry Vardon.

Most of all I'm enjoying it since I'm usually playing golf now instead of hunting for lost balls in the hinterlands.

Just wait 'til next week.

No doubt you've heard about Jake "The Fake" Tapper's new autobiography, Original Sin.

In it he confesses that he and all his fake news pals ran cover for the cognitively impaired Biden and his amoral handlers, lying to the public as the democrats willfully drove America into the ground.

What's that you say?

His book is not an autobiography?

Instead of confessing his obvious guilt, he maintains his innocence, pretending he wasn't an active participant in the coverup?

And he continues lying about his complicity so he can make a boatload of money with his BS revisionist claptrap?

Hmm...I guess that's the morally bankrupt left for ya.

While the rest of the country and the world at large knew exactly what was happening...

...Jake The Fake and his fellow charlatans were busy performing <la danse de la tromperie> in their cute little tutus.

Aren't they ridiculous.

And irrelevant.

As Groucho famously asked:

"Who are you going to believe?  Me, or your own eyes?"

Stick it in your ear, Jake.

Legacy media is officially dead, poisoned by its terminal addiction to corruption and dishonesty.

Good riddance.

Time to 23 Skidoo...

spireas in bloom

lower patio garden

snowballs in May...

...and a birdie nesting amongst the snowballs

lakeside view from Larry's cottage

minnie the moocher outside Larry's window

my 1st green after last week's storms...

...now resurfaced

Karen and I planting a fir tree the summer we moved in...

...and our little tree, 8 summers later

I'm not positive how "they" know this, but supposedly we speak about 16,000 words per day.

Even if they're only half right, that's still a whole lotta tongue wagging.

Did you know you're going to give an account for every idle, careless, empty word you've spoken?

Not a few.  Not some of them.

Every. Single. One.

"But I say unto you, that every idle word men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment."

Jesus said that, and you can read it in Matthew 12:36.

I don't know about you, but that makes me want to zip my lip, because I've said way too many careless things in my day.

That's why one of my daily prayers comes straight from God's Word in the book of Psalms:

later, mcm fans...