breezebrook

The following was a recap of our activity Friday.  No tender, delicate feathers were meant to be ruffled (disclaimer).

It was a chilly Easter when you would feel each joint in your body had arthritis. In a day like this, the crew was generous enough to let this unique herd walk into the South Course: you were talking about housewives in jeans and sandals, kids in outlandish sneakers who carried sticks---sticks that were supposed to hit the little white balls, not at each other.  In a golf course, it’s outrageous wear but in an Easter, it was fun and it was 团长’s idea. 

You can inmagine what happened next once we got on to the course: it’s like a whole bunch of hamsters were let off the gate: they would sniff around, then started to roam all over the place without any sense of direction.  For selfish reasons, I was the first one to rush out to the tee off.  I was also glad that J caught on with us---It definitely gave my older daughter something to do; i.e., racing their golf carts on the fairway.

J was truly entrepreneur-minded.  He offered to remove the flag for me on the green, which was his idea of what a caddy does, so that he could “take a cut of it”.  Unfortunately there was no award for the game that day.  But wait, I take that back--- the price goes to Z , who collected 25 balls in the first nine holes; two of them could be ours and I paid $1 each at the pro shop.  In a time when our adopted country is faced with insurmountable accretion of debt, the spirit was really admirable.

From a distance, probably two, three holes behind us, I could hear some distinguished, unmistaken rumbling---I had no doubt that was L whispering to B.

When we finished the ninth hole, I had to part ways with the rest and continue my lone mission to the tenth.   风儿 made the following comment:

“Golfing really looks like a boring game to me.”

“Naturally”, I said to myself;

“You can’t compare that with the excitement of staring at Michelangelo’s behind”.

LK