...is officially in the rearview now.
Not happy about that, but at least it went ok.
Decided to play my McIntyre gutta perchas...
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| course was still soft from the recent rains |
...something I haven't done in a long time since they seriously <underperform "real" gutties> from the late 1800's.
Do love the sound they make when you hit them, however...a sort of wooden "thwack" that's really quite satisfying.
And their reduced distance works ok for this par 3 course.
For both featheries and gutties, I lengthen the holes by playing most of them as dogleg par 4's, hitting around / away from the water hazards where I can, instead of over them.
It was a beautiful, sunny, late fall day when I tallied ho to the Links At Rolling Meadows for one last round.
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| my 2nd shot on the 1st hole, hitting into a 25 mph headwind. you can see the sand traps were still pulling double duty as water hazards. |
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| #6 tee. hit well from the tees and fairways today, though inconsistent on the greens as usual. |
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| my birdie putt on #7... |
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| ...and (surprisingly) where I left it for a par tap in. |
Since I play bogey or better wins the hole, double bogey or worse loses, notched a 4 and 3 win as I walked off the 6th green.
Not my best round but have definitely done worse.
Just wait til next year...
You know what comes next...
...and it was a pleasant weather evening for all 107 of our trick-or-treaters...high 40's and calm.
We raised the Jolly Roger to let them know we were open for business...
...applied the finishing touches to our costumes...
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| the beautiful Lady of the Manor... |
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| ...at her station, ready to pass out treats... |
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| ...and Gramp N. Stein, just ready to pass out. proof that while time may be a great healer, it's a lousy beautician. |
...made sure the greeters were on duty...
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| careful, she bites |
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| Big Frank: tall, green, formerly deceased |
...and everyone was in their place...
...then welcomed the hungry hordes:
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| our neighbors...the lady in the dress makes all their costumes each year |
Happy to report a good time was had by all the ghouls and goblins that graced our Walk Of Fear™, and their parents seemed happy, too.
Thankfully we got most of the cleanup done last night since it's raining this morning.
Still have to remove batteries and store things away, but All Hallows is done and dusted for another year.
Next Stop:
Yikes.
Somehow or other we've quite suddenly and without adequate warning arrived at November.
As if that's not bad enough, it's also time change weekend, when we voluntarily plunge ourselves into wintry darkness by chopping an hour of daylight out of our days.
What the heck were we thinking?
For us northerners who exult in the long sunny days of summer, the cold and dark of the next few months promises to be challenging.
But the months ahead don't have to be spiritually cold and dark, as we have this promise from God's Word:
12 Then spake Jesus again unto them saying, I am the light of the world: he that followeth Me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life.
- John 8:12
take heart, mcm fans...
