On Tuesday, JR and I played hooky from work and went to play nine holes of golf. I have a lot of unused vacation left, so I decided I’d better start using it up! At 9:50am, we decided to do it. JR called the Red Lodge Mountain course, and then told me our tee time was 10:30am. Huh? Frankly, I was still in my jammies! Shhh…don’t tell anyone though. I told him I wouldn’t be ready by 10:30 – I wasn’t even sure where my golf shoes were hiding! He called back and made the tee time for 11am. We joked with the clubhouse guy that JR made a rookie mistake. C’mon honey, it’s been nine years! You have to know I can’t get ready to leave that quickly!
We played the front nine and it started out nice – windy but sunny and so nice to be outside on a Tuesday morning.
We saw a hare run across the course, and then a setter chasing the hare. Just in case, I yelled “FORE!” Hardy har.
Then, it got cold. A front started coming in that was expected to drop some snow on us already.
JR stayed warm retrieving my golf balls from various water hazards. Sorry honey! I can’t remember the last time I played and the lack of practice showed! It seems like my ball was just a water magnet.
Over nine holes, I lost three balls (two in the water and one that went hopping down Hwy 78 – whoops!), and that’s not counting the other three times JR got them out of the water! It was bad, but we still laughed a lot!
As bad as I played, I did have a chance at a birdie on the 7th hole (my first ever birdie chance).
I hit it too hard – it hit the back of the cup and popped out. It was like it happened in slow motion. Agonizingly slow motion. DARN! Oh, how I wish I’d made that putt! Oh well. I am certainly not going to complain about making par.
It was a great Tuesday. Oh, and that front that was expected. It arrived.