Weekday Golf

So I woke up this morning thinking I have back-to-back meetings on a Thursday again. That by itself isn't too abnormal. What wasn't usual was that I got another invite to play golf with Scott's group today at lunchtime and at Roosevelt to boot. And for once I was seriously considering doing that today. I first had to make sure I didn't have anything work-related going on after lunch. The tee time was at 12:10 so I was sure I'd be done well before it was time to pick up Johnnie. And so it was that I dropped Johnnie off first thing, went home, had breakfast and then got to work all morning. IS Team Meeting. Bunch of email responses. And then I scheduled an EHR Team Meeting for 11:30. Which would cut into the transit time to get to Roosevelt. I would have to leave by 11 AM to get there in time anyway. By that time I did decide to go. I don't know what made me so on-the-fence but I figured why not? It was going to be hot out there but who cares? I finished my 11:30 meeting before I even got to the golf course. And when I got there I wolfed down a tuna sandwich just to have some fuel for the next few hours. And so we teed off at 12:10 with me having no expectations and making no adjustments from the way I usually play... EXCEPT I gave myself a mantra after every shot on the fairway. I hit the ball well from the fairway was what I told myself. What I produced was my bEST game... at least for the first 3 shots on each hole. I was on in 3 or less for the first 4 holes and missed par putts on each one. Dang. I should have given myself a mantra that I was going to make the par putt. But I didn't. And so I disappointed myself by not even making one. But boy was I hitting the ball well off the tee and off the fairway. I even got on in 3 in the difficult Hole 2 that I can't even remember getting on in less than 4 shots... ever. And still I missed that par putt. I finally shanked a tee shot left on Hole 5. But I recovered with a beautiful tee shot on the funnel hole 6. And I missed that par putt too. Hole 8 I followed the same pattern. On in 3, missed the par putt for another bogey. And on the last hole I placed the tee shot right off the green. And still I didn't get a par. But you know I was very satisfied with the way I played and that I went out and got to play at all. It took me almost an hour to get back home. I was so sweaty from the heat that I dunked my upper body in cold water. And then came a whole raft of pings from work. At least they didn't come when I was playing. And by that time I was already about to get Johnnie anyway. He was playing so hard when I came to pick him up. And he was so blabbery and so elated. I talked him into going to Mitsuwa to pick up dinner. He now eats the large udon bowl. I wanted to get katsu for me. And so it was we wound down Thursday evening just chilling, him watching Wild Kratts, me walking the dog around. It had turned out to be a pretty good day because of the golf. All that was left was for Lisa to do hand-off night. 7:30 came and no phone call. I cut Lisa a break and waited until 7:45 to call her. She sounded perturbed. Sigh. Another one of those nights huh? I guess I'm going to do whatever I can to avoid a fight. I asked Lisa if I should prep Johnnie for bed. So I gave him a shower, gave him his milk. Lisa finally did come... It was already 9 PM.  And time for Johnnie's bedtime. At least Lisa is consistent about being inconsistent. And I managed to avoid a fight. I put down my thoughts though. They are in the following post from this. I am NOT going to let Lisa fuck up my day.