Attention fellow self-quarantiners:
Soon the temperature will climb to 70 degrees, and the sun will smile upon my back yard. When it does, I will fetch my rope-connected flying golf balls and homemade PVC-piped contraption, and then, in my solitude … I will begin to toss.
The sun will set; it will rise again. I will continue to toss. Only me. Toss. And toss once more. Repeating again and again until I melt into a zen-like state. It may rain. We may have an onion snow. It won’t matter. I will become one with the rope-connected golf balls, and in my mind’s eye I will see them fly majestically through the air and come to rest upon the PVC pipe.
And the day will come when the world is one again. And on that day, when we safely commune together in brotherly love at family picnics and birthday parties and friend-filled outdoor barbecues …
I will kick your ass at Hillbilly Golf.
The gauntlet has been thrown!
Child’s play.
Oh, will you now? I can tell by your semi-artistic photograph that you have the balls to play the game but do you have the drive, the laser focus to win? The overused “throw down the gauntlet” has been invoked. I am ready to play in this “duel till dinner time event” of world importance. If you accept this challenge assemble your team and stand in the ready.
Sir Jack of Bethlehem (Lehigh County)
“Semi artistic?” “Do I have the drive?”
Prepare to be humiliated, sir.
I will supply cold drinks and after tournament refreshments for the event. It is too high stakes for me to toss my (trucker) hat into the ring!
Wow do you really do that? By yourself? Does it make you forget everything else, kind of like ballet for me?!! if so…..I never knew that about you! Cool.
Thanks for your blog, that is registering that we are going through this period in our lives!
I’m not THAT crazy, Helen.
Or am I?
LOL