This year, Beloved and I turned Valentine’s Day into Valentine’s Fortnight.
We decided to combine one of his loves, with my need for more exercise, and go hit some golf balls.
This is all good and fine, except for the fact that the only thing I can do with a golf club is kill bugs and reach objects, on the top kitchen shelves.
I about died my second death in 2 months, when Beloved signed me up for a lesson with the club pro, that very day. Thank goodness he is a very good teacher, very step by step oriented, wants to make sure I am having fun, and he and his wife are just as cute as they can be.
I can now stand off the green, use a pitching wedge, get the ball close to the flag, ready for a short putt into the hole; at least that’s the theory – lol. I’m sort of fairly consistent. I can usually hit it straight. My biggest problem is ball speed. Sometimes it dribbles off the club or goes zooming past the hole over onto the driving range.
But, I’m having a blast! I can chip balls for 2 hours before I get tired. Mind you, that also includes fetching breaks, for collecting ones that end up a million miles away!
So, Valentine’s Day part deux is the new golf bag for Beloved, which will soon be filled with hideously expensive brand new clubs; once he decides which heads, shafts and grips he wants (tell me these things aren’t phallic symbols for every man around the world!)
Hopefully, with my lessons, I’ll be ready to play the course soon.
Here’s some pictures of where we play. Enjoy!