Fifteen years too late

It's a round like today that I wish I had started playing golf when I was much younger and had taken a lot more lessons. I had a great round despite my handicap, "mommy-itis", where I do not carve out the time to play golf in the summer. These days, I'm lucky to get out more than twice a year.

I certainly played with the men today, keeping only 4 strokes behind Kyle and taking off 10 strokes on the back nine from the front nine. I parred two holes and saved a couple of d-bogies. Woot-woot!

I started playing golf eleven years ago. My immediate goals were to always play within ten strokes of hubby and five years after starting out, to be on par with Kyle or better. I didn't take into consideration the kid factor; but dang-it, I'm there.

We made the stop for groceries and on our way back. I'll be taking a dip in the pool and see if I can erase some of this golfer's tan.

Ahh, finally in full vacation mode, thanks to advice from comments on yesterday's post. Thanks everyone. Keep the comments coming.

Fore!

Lookout all golfers at Pokegema Golf Course--I'll be teeing off in about 35 minutes with my pink ladies and yellow flyers.

I hope I have enough balls to make it all eighteen holes.

It's not that I lose my balls in the forest--I just can't follow my ball. Poor depth perception made even worse by now wearing contacts. I probably have lost as many balls in the fairway as I have in the tall rough.

At the very least, I'll be outside in God's country with the sun's rays kissing the back of my neck. It's going to be a great round.