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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