Saturday, November 28, 2009

Fairway Rules of the Road

WOW!!! How exciting my first time on a golf course and my first time watching my granddaughter play in a tournament. Not just any run of the mill tournament a three day George Holliday tournament at the Nationals Golf Course in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.

She had great scores and today is the final playoffs - I'm thinking that's what you call the final day. Her scores are great and she is expected to come in second place. She has done an awesome job. We have started calling her 'Bunker Babe' because she gets her ball into the bunkers and sand traps. And then she does a fantastic recovery getting the ball out.

Apparently there are rules (not posted anywhere) when one is on a golf course - playing or not! I watched Caddyshak and Happy Gilmore tooooo many times. Go Rodney Dangerfield.

There were a few things - like rules - that I did not know about the golf course. First - Whisper - and turn off the cell phone. Got a lot of ugly stares for those two infractions. Walking in front of golfers before they hit the ball is another no-no. Sorry! Driving the golf cart over the ball that landed in a bunker and then driving the cart in front of where Kayla needed to hit the ball was another misstep. "Always stay behind the ball, if she hits the cart she will get a penalty", was my sons' comment. Snapping pictures just at the moment of swing was another faux pau no-no.

There are very few bathroom facilities on this golf course. I saw one across the greens and away I went. OOOPS! More ugly looks from golfers hitting that little white ball. There were no( 'Do Not Enter' signs. My next infraction was to drive like a maniac around a hairpin curve right right as a golfer (didn't look at me with happy thoughts) was starting to make a swing. How was I to know you don't go cruising by when they make a shot? They hand signals they used were intimidating.

Now, I'm feeling like an outcast and I want to change clothes so they can no longer recognize me or hide out in the clubhouse and drink hot toddies all afternoon.

I wish I had known about all these rules and regulations before my entrance into the world of golfing. Live and learn.

Way tooooo go Kayla...........We are sooooo proud of you.....

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Pretty in Pink

The cool morning mist tickles my freckled skin and sends shivers across my arms. Quiet flows elegantly across the earth. Total tranquility and peace tenderly wraps my heart in a sheet of crinkled tissue paper.

Mauve pink fog hangs heavy in the air casting shadows of imagination. Forms swirl and become entities of today and perhaps tomorrow. Yellow streetlights meld with the pink fog making a kaleidoscope atmosphere. Carnival colors bring a sense of happiness and inspiration.

A November morning breaking through the darkness of night adding sparkle to a new day. Tall beautiful palm trees stand still against the painted backdrop of daybreak. A little buzzing of a moth trapped inside the lanai begins to break the silence and solitude. The sun still hidden away behind the landscape of Tuesday.

Like a selfish mortal I absorb all that mother earth offers. And she offers all her splendid wonders to all who wish for satisfaction and joy. The pinkish hues, the quiet silence bathe my soul in contentment.


Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Emotional Therapy

There are times in my life when I am awash, burdened, exhausted and overwhelmed by the mere act of life. Sickness, family issues, work funk, finances, the weather, world unrest, taxes and everyday stress become a powerful negative force. It builds till it begins to bend with the heaviness of difficult circumstances. The weight of the world collapsing around every movement drawing me down. Fresh air turning to staleness filled with the stench of decaying matter. I can feel myself slowly sinking like solidified silt to the sad sea of sorrow. Woe is me.

When I get to this low point I know affirmative action needs to be taken. So, today - midweek - I grabbed the bull by the horns - or Carpe Diem - seized the day and off I went into the wild blue yonder for emotional therapy. And the cost was well within my budget. FREE. Filled up the gas tank - yuck - that brought back negativity with the rising prices. Packed a lunch lots of water, a gala apple and tossed in the camera. I placed a happy smile on my face and headed to the ocean. Actually it was the Gulf of Mexico. Honeymoon Island State Park a most precious place to obtain emotional therapy.

As my feet deliberately hit the cold, wet, hard sand I trudged forward along the beach. I walked with no particular purpose or expectation. The terrain was rough as was my insides. Then as if by magic the world around me began to change and welcome me.

The cold, hard, wet sand where I was leaving only footprints suddenly turned to fresh picked fluffy cotton. As my feet connected to mother earth my body, mind, spirit and soul transformed. Violent white capped waves beat relentlessly against the shore. The salty sea breeze tickled my nose and wrapped me in mist. If I were an energy drink guzzler - this is what I would feel. Exhilaration. A complete and total massage of the soul. I felt free and peaceful.

The wind unfurled her drama and whisked off the whitecaps sending them high onto the beach. Gulls flew fast against the wind, gliding without effort. My emotional therapy was lifting me up and wrapping me with kindness. All my worries were tossed into the surf.

How great that a walk along the beach can filter out despair and energize the soul. And then halfway back the rain came down in torrents and plastered my wind blown hair across my face. It felt so good.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Breaking News

I have just heard the MOST disturbing news. There are certain shoes that make you look fat. OMG!!!! I know about the jeans that make your butt look fat (probably really is fat) but now they are blaming shoes.

What's a girl to do? If your favorite shoes make you look fat do you stop wearing them? Or only wear them at night? Do you buy a whole new shoe wardrobe that makes you look non-fat? Is this a hype put on by shoe distributors to increase their sales?

As for me and my shoes - even if they make me look fat - I will still wear my favorites.