My usual weekend golf outings have been bumped for two weekends in a row now, thanks to a minor household calamity and then Sunday’s big storm. I know, hardly a major problem considering the ordeal the storm has caused for so many people. HOWEVER, I have to say that after about six weeks of reliable tee times, I’m missing it – the golf, and my golf buddy.
Let’s call her “Vivien”, since she hasn’t asked to be included in my blog. (And because she bears a striking resemblance to the actress Viven Leigh.) Viv and I are at roughly the same level of skill, which is very helpful. It means that neither of us has to be embarrassed by the sound of ….. nothing…after a very determined swing. “Practice swing!” It also means that we modify the rules of golf to suit our abilities. No scorecard, and if the ball needs to be “adjusted” to improve the odds of getting it where it’s supposed to go, that’s okay too. Fairway tees encouraged.`
Playing the game of golf has become a true joy for me, but a big part of that joy comes from the friendship and laughter on the golf course. Or at the driving range. I’ll always retain a vivid picture of my friend Viv – after she dropped her token into the ball dispenser, but forgot to put a bucket beneath the ball chute! Little yellow balls going everywhere, and both of us laughing until we’re almost falling down. Not exactly decorous comportment, but such fun times!
It’s National Friendship Week, as another dear friend has reminded me. Hope you find a way to celebrate it with a friend of yours, someone you can laugh with, cry with, and especially act goofy with, because those times are such a gift!