A Drizzly Golf Day

What's this? Is it really wet outside when I look out the window? Is it actually drizzling, very lightly, but drizzling still. I did not count on this. Immediately I thought to myself "I wonder if Scott and Greg are playing?" We're at Altadena this morning and as I make the drive I'm hoping that the drizzle actually stops the more I get in the San Gabriel Valley. By the time I reached Pasadena, it actually felt like it had gotten just a touch stronger. Not enough to deter me from playing mind you, I've played in much worse than this. Scott too, as I recount memories of an outright downpour we had played in many years ago. When I got to Altadena, Greg was already in the parking lot and I talked him into giving it a go. Hey there were lots of people in line to play. They're braving it. Why couldn't we? And so with long pants today and my hoodie in tow, off we went to tee off... and right after he shanked his drive, Greg said it was too wet to play. And left after the first shot. My first shot wasn't bad although it still took me 3 to get on, I thought we'd be able to make it through the entire 9 and it wasn't going to get any wetter. But to actually play decent? That was the question. Actually, my tee shots weren't bad. But they weren't my best either. That is until Hole 6 when I finally warmed up it seemed. That's when my tee shot with a 5-iron on the short par 3 ended up right in the front of the green. And although I way overshot it on the 2nd shot, I knocked in a long par putt from the upper fringe going downhill. YES! A par!! And then on Hole 8 I knocked a beautiful 220 yard drive nice and straight down the fairway. And chipped the 2nd shot right on the green. I missed the birdie putt but made the par putt! 2 pars in a row! Another nice 5-iron off the tee ended up in left front but again I overshot the hole with the chip. But this time, I couldn't make par. At least I had another nice tee shot off the tee 200+ yards and straight yet again on the last hole. I missed the par putt on that long hole but I actually thought I played it pretty good. And so it was that it took me 5 holes to warm up but when I did, I got on a pretty nice roll there, enough to save the game and for me to feel good about it. So we did finish the game before noon and I made a pit stop at Popeye's Louisiana Fried chicken on the way home. Yes Popeye's. I figured I was hungry so I'd eat some fried popcorn shrimp. That and one of those famous chicken sandwiches for lunch. It hit the spot!

I needed a nap this afternoon. My Fitbit showed I had only logged 4 hours of sleep last night. That can't be right. I felt great. Then again I did stay up yet again past midnight. I did have a nice meditation session and I think those binaural beats on self-love I put on with the Tibetan bowls in the background must have done something. Because I thought of Lisa this morning and all her usual self-aware self-serving stuff she did last night. We were celebrating Dexter, yet she put him to work fixing stuff Courtney supposedly broke. And so the dessert stuff Johnnie had started to prepare was never used. You never know how something like that would affect Johnnie. Lisa I know won't change and at this point it is no longer my journey to change her. As a co-parent all I can do is try to be as non-judgemental as possible and as the visual states, to do my best to accept and lover her exactly as she is, where she is. And whatever she doesn't do with Johnnie, that's what I'm for. To make sure it is balanced. The rest of Sunday zipped by pretty quickly. I never did finish cleaning the bathroom and bedroom. I did finish grocery shopping and I had the japchae and shaved beef in the freezer for dinner. And watched FEAR THE WALKING DEAD. I know I know... some lazy program kicking in. The night actually ended with Johnnie calling me asking to send the movie SING so that she and her mom could watch it, which I was happy to oblige. That's ok. I hope she enjoys it as much as he does. Anyway, it's the end of the weekend. And it was all good.