Wednesday, October 6, 2021

A Gloomy Day...


...when I played The Links at Rolling Meadows, an "executive" par 3 course.

This is an intimidating little course with narrow fairways, water hazards and sand traps on every hole, placing a premium on proper club selection and hitting good shots...if you hook or slice, over/under shoot, you're in trouble.


Plus it's in the middle of a condo complex, so you're definitely "on stage" when teeing off on a few of the holes.

Nerves, anyone?

Even so it was an enjoyable round, just about the perfect distance for my hickories.

Most holes are around 150 yards, a few in the 100 to 130 range.

That means I'm teeing off with my mid iron most of the time and my mashie for the rest.



Struggled a bit on the first 3 holes as I was near but not on the greens with my tee shots.

I then proceeded to botch short chips on each hole, and consequently considered throwing either my niblick or myself into one of the ubiquitous bodies of water.

Arriving at the 4th tee, I  a) let a young buck racing around the course on a golf cart play through, then  b) took a deep breath and pressed the reset button.

After a pause to collect myself, I managed to settle down and scattered 3 bogeys and 3 pars over the last 6 holes.


The most challenging hole for me was number 8...only 150 yards but it's fronted by water, so if you're short you're going to splash.


Thankfully I hit all of my mid iron and held the green.

A 2 putt netted a par, then repeated that trick on 9.


Along the way I bumped into some friendly folks who wanted to chat about my hickories, and I asked about life there at the condos.

It's a retirement community and Karen and I aren't quite there yet, but it's definitely an option we'll keep in mind for a few years hence.

And since it wasn't busy today, it only took me 45 minutes to walk 9...a delightful way to spend three quarters of an hour.

Gotta love hickory golf.


So...will I play this course again?



Well, if I thought I could do that I probably would, because it's certain if I go back I'll not only drop a few in the drink, but will also have to hit out of sand traps now and then.

This is one of those courses where losing a couple of balls per round and piling on the stroke count seems like a real possibility.

On the other hand, the course where I usually play has now officially closed for the year, so we'll see.

Desperate men, don'cha know...


Hard to believe we're already through the 1st week of October...have you started on your "October Movies" list yet?



I'm definitely not into cut and slash / demonic crap, so garbage like The Exorcist, Halloween, Scream, et al...they're out.

But classics are in so we'll cue up Frankenstein, Young Frankenstein, Nosferatu, Shadow of the Vampire, Something Wicked This Way Comes, It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and Ghostbusters (original version), to name a few.

We also like movies that capture the colors and mood of autumn, unrelated to Halloween, so Friday Night Lights, Dead Poets Society, Rushmore, Hoosiers and a new favorite, October Sky are also on the list.


This is an autobiographical flick about Homer Hickam who grew up in a West Virginia coal mining town, and it stars Jake Gyllenhaal as high school senior Homer, the great Chris Cooper as his father...


...and Laura Dern as a dedicated teacher who encourages her students to dream big and escape the drudgery of life underground in the coal mines.


The key historical event and epicenter of the movie is the Soviet launch of the first man made satellite, Sputnik, on October 4th, 1957.

It's impossible to overstate the significance of that event, not only as a scientific achievement for mankind, but also as a sucker punch to the collective American psyche.


We were suddenly and forcefully reminded our biggest enemy was leading us in the "space race", a lead they would maintain for much of the next 10 years.

(It wasn't until our Apollo program that we finally caught up and then surpassed the Soviets when we became the first nation to land a man on the moon in July of 1969.)

This realization had a huge impact on almost every aspect of our culture.

Indeed, much of mid century modern decor was indelibly marked by this, as space age and atomic design elements became ubiquitous almost overnight.

And for our group of high school heroes...


...it literally changed their lives and altered their destinies.

This is truly a remarkable movie with outstanding acting from every principal character, totally convincing in every detail.

It's also one of the few "high school" movies where the actors playing the students actually appear to be in high school, not 20 somethings pretending to be 10 years younger.

And rather than delving into extracurricular fluff - racing hot cars, bedding conquests, fretting over clothing styles and popularity contests - it centers on the idea of education as a pathway to freedom of choice in their lives ahead.

Do yourself a favor and watch this movie.

Not only will you be entertained by fine acting and educated on a key point in history, you'll also be uplifted...


...by a pervading sense of dedication to a worthy goal and the realization that hard work and commitment are the keys to success.


As we get out the cattle prod...



...and urge you into a brisk trot toward the exit, feel free to steal a glance or two at the parting shots...

teeing off the 9th hole on the Ryan P. Hare Memorial Hickory / Wiffle Golf Course




thank you, Nascar




don't even think about it



friendly welcome from a local retailer




and one from a friendly homeowner




showers on a sunny day




the ol' homestead in early autumn





mr. groundhog clearing the area before making a break for the bird feeder




another late season hold out




the tree creature from the arboreal nether regions makes his triumphant return




Ok, that's it...that's all I've got, so...


later, mcm fans...

Saturday, September 25, 2021

Sweet Sixteen...


...and regularly kissed...Happy Anniversary to us.

Here's what Karen posted on fakebook...



I'm a blessed man.




Didn't expect much from today's outing on the links...


...been suffering with a hot tooth that was finally yanked on Thursday.

A limited diet and multiple nights of fever dreams left me feeling weak and unfocused so I scaled back the tools of my ignorance to just a mid iron, mashie and niblick.


Also switched out my more expensive Goodman balls for Callaway supersofts, so if I lost any it wouldn't be quite as painful.

End result?

Meh...about what I expected.



Had some chances along the way, but I could feel I was off...listless, out of sync and just sort of going through the motions.



Managed a par and a couple of bogies, but the rest of the round would have been frustrating if I'd actually cared, which to be honest, I did not.


Probably shoulda stood in bed this morning, but the days when I can swing my hickories are rapidly slipping away.

So I dragged my sorry carcass out of bed and done dooded the dirty deed.

Lord willing, I'll tee it up again next week and hope for better.


‘Tis the season for cognitive dissonance...


...when I get to enjoy a warm fire on a cold morning...truly one of life's sublime delights.

And why is that cognitive dissonance?

Because there is little I enjoy less  than a cold morning.

Contradictory though they may be, both statements are true in my world, so this week as the temps dipped into the low 50's I got all 3 of our fireplaces up and running.

Welcome, Fall.


And what do we expect to happen in the fall?


You guessed it...the battle of the retail seasons...it's late September and stores have both their Halloween and  Christmas displays out now.

Are you ready for Ho-Ho-Ho?

How about No No No!

I'm not, anyway.

Heavy sigh...


Sights from here and there...

that's electrifyin'




another view from the lake courtesy of Larry



and one of the sunset from our courtyard courtesy of Karen


did I use this one already?  I like the blue-jay-in-mid-flight look


it’s another great day to be him


It has taken an enormous amount of self-control to avoid wasting blog space on the constant catastrophe that is Joe Biden and his band of misanthropic miscreants.

I may not spare you in the future.

Today however I'm choosing to eschew belaboring the obvious about these criminally incompetent fools and instead will simply quote Proverbs 1:32


Let us pray God will honor His Word.

later, mcm fans...

Saturday, September 11, 2021

Smoke On The Water...

 
...and fire in the sky...


...with apologies to Deep Purple.

Another view from Labor Day morning...



Starting to look and feel a whole lot like fall.


Speaking of Autumn, it's nearing that time of year again...



...yeah, you know what I'm talking about.

Meet willie, the newest member of our menagerie...

was he wearing my sandals??

...and here he is in action:


willie comes with a volume control, so he can be a lot louder, but I think "medium" will be about right.

I'll probably set him up in the rock garden...


...away from the door...we like to spookify not terrify the kids and he's probably our scariest prop to date.

We now return to our regularly scheduled font.


Life at the lake continues with serene sunrises...


...gorgeous waterfront vistas...


...and a new mouth to feed....


...meet Dale, Chip's skittish cousin.

Larry reports that unlike Chip, this guy takes awhile to screw up his courage, then dashes in...


...grabs the goods and hustles to his safe space to devour his treat.

Big fun.


To the links we go...


...and what I like about these "Goodman" classic era hickory golf balls is the improved distance.

Had a few chances to 1 putt for par since I'm consistently getting 30 yards more per club.



What I don't like is I still haven't figured out how to putt with these #@$%&!  things.

Didn't have quite as many 3 putt greens this week as before, but only snagged 1 par, and that was on the 7th hole par 3 when my niblick shot landed within a few feet of the cup.




Did manage a few bogeys along the way, but the rest were my usual double / triple / I’d-rather-not-talk-about-it bogeys.

there was a tourney just starting as I was finishing today so had to wait to tee off on 9...3 people and 2 carts...God forbid they should actually walk the round.


So the jury's still out on this one.

It was a beautiful morning and I enjoyed my stroll through the countryside as always, but I'm seriously considering going back to my gutta perchas.

When I'm using them I don't think about my score as much.

I figure if I'm anywhere near the same zip code as par that's a plus, so I tend to enjoy the round more.

Decisions, decisions...


And with that, kind reader, we draw the curtain on another excitin' adventure in blogging excellence.

For this week's effort rest assured we used only the finest raw materials, guaranteed to be free from all toxic waste matter...


…well, almost.

later, mcm fans...