Golfed yesterday for the second time this year. The temps were high enough lately to melt the snow off 14 holes on the nearest course. I had a 10:46am tee time, and I was so excited I nearly gave myself a neck spasm. But I popped two Advils, calmed myself down, and went to go meet up with a golf gal pal, the woman I had met last year who had defected from the local ladies' league. I walked with my trusty old pull-cart, of course, and she walked with a fancy schmancy motorized cart. We were paired up with a married couple, a retired doctor and his close-to-retirement wife, also walkers. It was a relaxed round. Expectations were low, so any decent shot was met with ebullient cheers. We laughed at the second hole, where the flagstick was frozen into the ice-filled hole. If you could get it unstuck, it would look like a popsicle.
Many bunkers were still full of snow, and the water hazards were iced over enough that the geese could walk over them. In the end, I made only one par and bogeyed most. But I putted better than I thought I would. I drove okay, except for a two-hole slump on the back nine. I was exhausted, but in a good way. Can't wait to get out there and try again.
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