Tired. Christien, get those teeth in!
Thankfully, Christien is going to stay at Grandma’s tonight. So, I am taking Olivia out on a date to play mini-golf and then to Boston Pizza where we will hook up with Mommy. This should be fun.
I called her over lunch hour to ask her out on the date. She just loved it. Then, at the end of the conversation, she asked me how I can hear her voice over the phone. After giving her a hint about the poles she sees at the side of the roads, she proceeded to answer the question herself:
“Oh, those are telephone poles. Can we hear each other at the other end because our voices go over those wires?”. Man, oh, man. She’s light years ahead of me when I was that age. But I already figured that out when she started reading books that I wasn’t even opening until grade 1.
Last night was the opening night for the golf league. I played poorly. A 43 on a nine where I’m usually 38 or better. The good news was that I chipped in a couple of shots. One on the 9th to ‘save’ a bogey and stop the bleeding. The other was on the 18th where I chipped in on the short par 5 for eagle, my first of the year. That saved me a 39 so things are looking up.
I think this is going to be a good year score-wise. I’ve relaxed my <60 yard wedge shots and am opening the club face on the backswing which is forcing me to make a body turn. It's less 'arm-wristy' and more of a one-piece body movement. This has allowed for cleaner contact which has taken some getting used to. My same length of backswing is now resulting in about 10-15 yards of further distance. But I'm getting that figured out and I've already noticed my shots from 120 and in are starting to get very tight. This has been my glaring weakness for years and has prevented me from scoring rounds under par. I'm hoping this new-found swing will get me even lower in my handicap.