This morning saw me up at the crack of eight. Why so early you ask, well I had a tee time for nine and since I can't teleport... The round J and I endured wasn't too bad and In a number of ways it was bitter sweet. Today was the last kick at the can for the year. I know there is still time left to get a few more rounds in but with the trip coming up there really just isn't enough hours in the day. After lunch is done I will be cleaning the implements of golf course destruction and putting them away for the winter.
This past weekend we managed not to do a lot. On Saturday I slept in. Now remember that I'm retired and think about that statement for a bit. For me to say I slept in I must have gotten up really late, and I did. I was up and at 'em at the stroke of noon which is the latest I've been up since I pulled the work plug. The only thing I managed to get done was cutting the lawn and getting some yard work finished.
Sunday saw us having a visit from the Bro-in-law with his little three and a half year old bundle of joy. As it normally is the visit was very nice with his daughter being all lovey. After they hit the road our friend S came over and I got the outdoor fire pit going. We sat around the fire until late in the evening, drinking wine and shooting the breeze. It was a very pleasant way to spent the time and when it was all done I hosed down the fire pit because the last thing I want is a forest fire around my log home.
Well I've things to get done so until the morrow, bye-bye.