Hitting A Bucket

Kathy was talking to me on Saturday morning. A story that I wasn’t quite all tuned in on because I was watching a video on how to rid one of a slice.

I’ve been playing golf for a long time and I’m usually fairly automatic off the tee, but this year I’ve felt off.

… anyhow…
…back to the story.

“Were you even listening?” Kathy asked.

“Truthfully, no. I’m thinking of hitting a bucket of balls.”

“Yeah. Just go.”

Golf is peaceful.

Even a bucket of balls allows you to think of other things, and let your mind wander.

I thought of my lifelong friends Jeff and Kathy becoming grandparents again as my Goddaughter, had a baby girl. Welcome Carrie Joan!

Awesome.

I considered the death of a longtime friend from my hometown.

He was a Mets fan and we laughed a lot through the years, going back and forth about the Mets and Yankees.

Too young, and I’ll miss him.

And I swung the club without paying attention to the tips I got online.

The ball went straight.

Emptied the bucket and returned home.

“How’d it go?” Kathy asked.

“Swung better,” I said.

“Oh great, I was worried,” she answered.

I don’t think she was.

But sometimes that’s where I gotta go to think things over.

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