The Captain is ready to play 18

After reviving from the miracle (getting to sleep til 7 a.m.), I hit the button on the coffee pot.  Clint heads off to shave (he’s A-Type).  I take the dogs for a leisurely stroll, noticing that it is going to be a magnificent day.

We get our golf clothes on and Clint heads off to the course to get us a golf cart.  He returns to get me (yep, you guessed it, I am NOT an A-Type).  The golf course awaits.

First hole, waiting to tee off

We take a bite of humble pie, crab the camera and act like tourists on the golf course. Oh, dear!!

Holy moly, don't show this to Hank Haney or Butch Harmon. I might have to sue ya! : )

The prettiest thing about our golf game was the scenery today.  We struggled, Clint not nearly as badly as me (well, duh!!)  But, (Cindy and Linda take note) we laughed lots, and had a ball…today it was truly a game to be enjoyed, not mastered.  Isn’t that what life is about?  How often I need to be reminded.

We finished mid-afternoon, headed back to the boat, Clint dropped me off and took the golf cart back.  I walked the girls, Presley and Mackie.  We met Clint as he walked back.

Then, time to shower at the bathhouse (most marinas have them).  Much easier than our squishy little bathroom for washing hair.  Boy, did it feel good to be all fresh!!

When we got back to the boat, I fixed a salad with mixed greens, feta, tomatoes, cukes, sliced chicken, kalamati olives, olive oil and lemon juice, salt and pepper.  We dined upstairs in the cockpit.  Wine, Sirius “Love” channel and great scenery.  Bliss.

Tomorrow the weather report says storms will most likely be moving through in the afternoon, so, we will probably pull anchor and head out early for Grand Harbor on the Tenn-Tom.  That means that we will be going through, you guessed it, TWO more locks.  I do not plan on thinking about this until tomorrow morning, why bring that on myself?

Let’s all dream “Sweet Dreams!”

Today’s Question:  Who was Joe Wheeler?