Finally Clean-up Day

In case the title of this post is deceiving, yes it is still Sunday and golf Sunday at that. Even though Scott called yesterday to bail on playing today in favor of playing with his son, there's still Greg and I at Altadena. The last time we played here it was drizzling and Greg bugged out so it was just Scott and I. So it was a bit of poetic justice that today it is Scott's turn to bug out and it's Greg and I. The constant? ME LOL. It's going to have to be moving forward as Greg and I talk more and more about his last few remaining Sundays of playing with us and his move to Arizona date in July starts getting closer. So yeah I'm determined to play and enjoy whatever time is left with him. I hate to sound so dramatic, it's just not you never know anymore. Heck even a year ago golf was not promised due to the pandemic lockdown. We didn't know then if we'd ever be allowed to play again. Besides, when I do retire, I hope to be playing a lot more even if it's just by myself I suppose. The lesson here is that through golf we were able to forge these connections that we wouldn't have been able to do otherwise and I am truly grateful for them. As far as today's game, it is yet one more learning opportunity to let the game come to me, to slow myself down, to learn how to reverse the other-than-conscious programs that tend lead to inconsistent play. Today for example, my drives were working, and working well. But on this course, my fairway shots were coming up short. As in I could barely hit fairway shots more than 50 yards and if I did they were sprayed wide. Totally mental I know. Totally attributable to bad programming I know. Still easy to call out but the fact that I am still doing the same things means I haven't addressed them adequately. And maybe I was also distracted by the guy that we ended up playing with. It was an older guy who had a nervous energy that Greg said resembled mine. No wonder I had a repellent effect with his energy. As in the guy bugged me. I did not want to have any kind of a conversation with him friendly or otherwise. And whatever he said in terms of shot selection, I quickly shot down and offered my own. Because of course I was a master of this course LOL LOL. So I didn't have a terrible game but I sure could have played a heck of a lot better. But hey I did get out to play, I did enjoy more time with Greg, and I did reward myself with Crimson lunch afterwards. It was all good.

As soon as I got done with lunch I already had it in my mind that I was going to clean the rest of the apartment. I mean I got the living room and kitchen all done, why not go for the rest of it right? To put one foot forward and get myself going, I cleaned the toilet first and once I got that done, scrubbing the bathroom floors and sink was pretty easy. I watched the Dodgers game on and off in the middle of all this just to quell that part of me that wanted to be distracted, though I knew full well the biggest task was cleaning the bedroom. I had to move all kinds of stuff around for that one and it did take more than an hour. That's because I kept getting started and stopping, and starting again and stopping. But I did get it done. Under the bed and everything. Dirt off the desks and tables and everything. It was 5 PM by the time I got done and I hadn't actually finished there. I still had the shower to do. Which was also a great opportunity to get myself cleaned up and showered as well. And to follow it up with my own personal hygiene and get my nails and toenails clipped too. Hey if I'm going to get cleaned up might as well do it all. I even threw in a cleaning of Goldie's fishbowl and everything. But by 6 PM I got it all done and took a pic. Now the place feels clean! And I was tired. So much so I didn't know what to do for dinner. I wasn't going to cook anything that was for sure. What I ended up doing was getting some tomato bisque soup from Ralphs, and I made some biscuits and bought some chicken tenders. THAT was dinner. The tomato bisque was actually very very good and reminded me of the soup from Champagne that we used to have back in the day when they were still open. We would have that soup and I would have French dip with it. How many Sunday lunches after golf at Penmar did we eat there? I still remember swigging down a cold iced tea during the summer when it was hot. Kind of like today. Anyway it made for a decent dinner tonight and although I was tired, I felt like I accomplished a heck of a lot. I also watched the season finale of FEAR THE WALKING DEAD and of course since I had to watch Person of Interest while I finished journal entries it was well past midnight when I went to bed. But that was ok. I had HAD a really good Sunday.