do you play golf old bean?
when i met my husband to be . . .
my father in law to be . . . was the golf coach at the university of oklahoma. and he and my mother in law
lived in a beautiful huge home on the golf course grounds. provided by the university.
it even had a guest house connected by an enclosed breezeway. and the views were breath takingly
the grounds of course were like a park. well. actually. they were like a golf course. LOLOLOL!
similar to these pictured below.
my husband had grown up in surroundings like this and didn’t think much about it.
i on the other hand was mesmerized by the pristine beauty and perfect layout of carpet~like living grass.
bob’s dad was very disappointed that bob didn’t love the game. he said bob had a “natural swing.”
and to let it go to waste was a shame.
perhaps bob didn’t care to play because he had grown up with it all of his life.
or… for whatever reason… he just didn’t enjoy it.
he was more like the marine and my own dad… in that he liked to hike and camp and fish in wilderness
when we were dating he told me that i could come out and walk the course anytime i wanted to.
i was to just stick to the paths and not venture onto the greens or the roughs.
i was to go to the house and park in the drive. ” no one will mind. i’ve told my mom you might do that.”
one fine day i did just that.
ONLY. there is always an only isn’t there. or a but. LOLOLOL.
little miss “don’t want to be a bother” and little miss “i don’t want them to know i’m here” . . .
SHE parked in the middle of the third tee apparently… right on the third hole.
the drive to the house crossed that tee. i didn’t know what a tee was. all i knew was i didn’t want to park
at my future mother in law’s house. i hadn’t even met her yet for pete’s sake!!!!
and no . . .
DIDN’T HAPPEN !!!!
what DID happen though . . .
was a bunch of very irate golfers later that day at the clubhouse.
who knew that golfers have absolutely NO sense of humor??? LOLOLOL!!!!!
til soon old bean.