Golf on Frozen Greens

When the weather is clear in Snohomish, can it be any better?

I accepted an invitation to play golf today, and met David at the course at 9:30. We actually started off the first tee at 10:20, so I had some time to practice putting, and even a little chipping. My first hole experience was dismal, and my flight partners wrote me off for a hacker, which if course I am! I did better on hole 2, and occasionally thereafter, and I managed to salvage a bit of my image. I had a couple of holes where I ended up on the wrong side of a line of trees, and I honestly hammered the trees repeatedly with what would have been excellent shots if not for the branches, etc. I actually broke out in guffaws at times, it was so funny. I did make some long putts, and I did hit a fairway wood, but my mid-fairway game is in the toilet. Where did my ability to hit irons go? If it is not a 9-iron shot, I'm screwed.

The temperatures today were something to talk about. The greens were frozen when we started. I'm talking white with frost, grass breaks off where the ball touches it frozen. Surprisingly they weren't terribly fast, and putting was predictable and fun. My partners were about the same ability as me when it came to putting, meaning they missed the same sorts of shots I missed. David did make the long putt of the day, and we all cheered him. When we finished the temp was 43 F, which seemed warmer (especially in the sun), but not actually warm.

My hip and knee got sore, as did my feet. I guess sitting at me desk all day, weeks on end, does not leave me fit for walking for 6 hours. Who knew? Punctuating events of basketball and walleyball don't seem to make the difference. Rats. Do I need to walk around the neighborhood too? Damn.

Tomorrow I am the lay leader of the UU Fellowship service. I have the presentation all ready to go, and the children's story, the readings, and the guided meditation. I guess I'm ready. I plan to use my iPad as the source for the written word. Wish me luck.