I got up well before sunrise. Being close to old and crotchety, being awake in the wee hours* is not unusual. And, throughout my life, I have shown a profound talent for waking up (as in wide awake) well before the alarm goes off so this was no surprise. Since I was going to play golf earlier than usual, I did not grumble too much... or too loudly since that would merely disturb Faye and that is not a good thing.
Anyway, it was 5:15 AM, almost a full hour before the alarm was due to make that incredibly horrible sound. So I laid there, pretending I could get back to sleep. Trying to fool myself into thinking I could get just a half hour more rest. I spent about a half hour doing that before getting up.
It is only a short 10 minute drive to the golf course. Leaving after my cup of coffee (an attempt to kill time), wending my way through the streets, and arriving while it is still dark. Finding the pro shop still locked up. I realize I could have waited a bit longer. No point in turning around. So I wait. And wait.
We played a Scramble today. This is where everyone tees off and everyone in the foursome play their next shot from the position of the best drive. You repeat this on each subsequent shot... including putts. This makes the game rather easy. The team gets the score as a single entity.
Maybe a little too easy. My team did well. We came in second. Good, eh? Well, there were only three teams. So maybe it wasn't such a great accomplishment.
Afterward, we all went to Pat's house (Pat is the ex-Marine and retired RE agent/broker) for a barbecue and free beer and soda. That part was definitely good. Especially the beer. And the jokes. And the beer.
But upon leaving, as I pulled the handle on my car door, the thing came loose. Pulled out of the door. Not entirely, just partially. Just the side that really needs to stay in place. That will have to be fixed. And, since the warranty is expired (of course it is!), I will have to pay the price for the rather poorly engineered design which uses inadequate parts.
I leave it to you... A good day or a bad day?
*wee hours - the various hours before dawn when you have to get up, stumble around in the dark (often stubbing your toe or banging your shin) trying to locate the bathroom so you can go wee.
A Night Unremembered
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