It has been one year.
One year since we goofed around on a golf course with Lynn and Miki and broke 2 golf clubs and tore something in Alistair’s arm and we laughed and drank some bevvies and won the Most Honest Team award at the local pond hockey golf tournament.
The day our obsession with golf began.
In that year we’ve practiced, we’ve learned, we’ve watched professionals and we’ve actually improved!
I’ve played in 3 golf tournaments and didn’t completely embarrass myself in any of them.
My team-mates have been wonderfully supportive and encouraging (addicts always hang around enablers, remember) and in the Missoula tournament I subbed in at the last minute we even used my drive much of the time in a ‘best-ball’ format.
Thanks Mitch, Tom and Brett for a fun day and thanks, Mike for not being able to attend.
And thanks, Tom, again for asking me to join in this year’s pond hockey golf tournament a week ago.
I played with Tom, his dad and his father-in-law… 2 guys in their 70s getting out, hitting balls, laughing and enjoying a great day together. We had some spectacular shots on the Marshmallow Drive hole and my drive at the mandatory Happy Gilmore Drive Hole made the local newspaper.
We have created back-yard practice ranges in both Bismarck and Seeley Lake.
Alistair has large round hay bales stacked up with a tarp covering them. He drives into them or works on pitching over top of them.
We both work on chipping into round black grain buckets and I can work on pitching across the back yard here in Montana.
Its been such a kick seeing little improvements as we play.
Like, not having to take a second drive once in 18 holes.
Or not swinging-and-missing… I honestly haven’t done that in a couple of weeks now!
And we continue to laugh with each other and talk about the game and listen to Spirit of UB point out Subarus on the highway or hear Spirit of Loki say, in her gravelly voice, “Lets DO this thing!”
Ball finding is a highlight, even if we’re mavericks about it.
We’ve learned that the ultimate in ball-finding is after a tournament. I mean, its a no-brainer when you think about it but this is our first season and our faces light up as we discover these things, whipping the ball grabber out of my bag, almost skipping to the creeks. Even if we play crappy golf its still a win if we end up ahead on the ball count.
We’ve met a lot of new people and wave at each other when we recognize golf carts or golf styles. Or my outfits.
I love my golf wardrobe.
Even more so now that Victoria’s Secret makes a cute golf skort!
We’ve enjoyed following the PGA, learning different styles of play and watching players hit their stride, like Rory McIlroy and Billy Horshel. Its so exciting right now with the Ryder Cup being one week away! Its in Scotland this year and the European team is strong.
They have the young Victor Dubuisson from France, who our ferret, Phillipa is in love with. Phillipa and Calypso are French and they constantly debate the play of Dubuisson and the Italian Molinari brothers with Luigi… our Italian ferret.
Phillipa loves Dubuisson’s red pants, his goatee and his accent. Personally, I think he’s an excellent player who would do well on the PGA alongside other Euro greats like McIlroy, Rose, Garcia and GMac.
I love loving this game.
I’ve learned it is the perfect outlet for me when my head is full of a million other things. When Alistair is in Bismarck I prefer to play alone rather than with everyone who invites me along. It is, perhaps, the physical version of writing in my journal… a release.
It is coming in quite handy right now as I worry about our little Loki.
Loki woke up with what we call an Acute Eye a couple of mornings ago.
It wasn’t a typical red-eye or soreness. This was a hugely swollen globe with thickened, red eyelids, some drainage and, for the first time, pain.
She swiped and pawed at it as much as she could if I wasn’t holding her. Thankfully I had some meds for inflammation and eye ointment but I’m not 100% certain we are going to save this eye.
Not that she needs it, being mostly blind, but I do think she perceives light. I’d also just like to avoid surgery altogether in this slightly high-risk senior girl.
The specialists are on board and I got stronger eye meds yesterday in Missoula. The swelling is gone, as is the discomfort. She and I will hit the road once more this year to Great Falls bright and early tomorrow morning to see about keeping the eye.
Which is why I will go outside soon to our gorgeous local golf course and I will hit balls.
And maybe I’ll make par and maybe I’ll make birdie or maybe I’ll even swing-and-miss.
I don’t care. I want to clear my mind and make it open for tomorrow so I can be a stronger, better Step-Gammy for Loki.
Alistair is in Bismarck so I’ll play alone and hopefully nobody will invite me to play today.
Hopefully I will swing well.
Hopefully the Ryder Cup is as exciting as the ferrets and we are hoping.
Hopefully Loki will keep her eye.
And hopefully golf will continue to be a fun passion for Alistair and I. A torn medial meniscus couldn’t stop him swinging golf clubs this summer so I foresee a lot of golf in our futures.
And a lot of practicing.
And colorful skorts and gloves.