Harry and I went to Stony Mountain Golf Club this morning. He played an 18-hole round. I rode along - I'm too out of shape to twist my old body into a half-way golf swing. I almost froze my .... well, let's just say I was cold. I did enjoy being with Harry and listening to the birds chirp. Spring is about to burst out all over.
In a comment to last evening's post, Soul asked me if perhaps I might be gigging today. Nope - Golf it was. I was allowed to go gigging with the three much older sisters when I was around 12 or 13 years old. It wasn't enough for me to sit quietly in the big, long canoe. No, not me!! I begged and begged to be allowed to gig a frog. Finally the oldest broke down and handed me a gig. Everyone searched to make sure I had a LARGE frog so I could take the largest back to the cabin. Well, I didn't gig that frog; I only tickled his butt with the gig. He jumped into the canoe. I stood up, screamed so loud that the people at the cabin heard me, jumped around, and turned the canoe over. Everyone was in the water and mad. When folks heard me scream, Brother jumped in the ski boat and came up the creek to see what was wrong. Oh, it was a circus. Brother laughing, three furious sisters, and me wanting to go home - not that dumpy cabin - I wanted to go HOME. Everyone survived and went on to live happy lives.
My life is full of mishaps much like this. Guess I'm just not very good at new challenges.