Finally back to the keyboard after a weekend in Carson City and most of a week suffering from a cold that I picked up in the mountains. The weather was overall fantastic in the seventies, but it started out at 40 degrees and slowly warmed with the sun rising in the sky. My problem was that I stubbornly wore shorts and enjoyed the heat after noon, but our tee times were 9:30 AM and 7:50 AM on Saturday and Sunday. Sunday, I started with sweats over my shorts, but I think the damage had been done on Saturday while I was on the practice range and putting green and the wind was blowing and it was COLD. This has been such a weird Spring with a lot of rain and snow and temperatures on average 10-15 degrees below normal. We have usually been in the pool by this time of year (we actually usually get in in April a little bit and by the end of May it's 100 degrees and we are living in the pool. This Memorial Day weekend calls for temperatures of 72-78 degrees. I'm not loving this. We are probably in for an extra HOT Summer.
Darla is in listening to the final Oprah Winfrey show. I'm not a fan of the Democratic Obama lover and her eunuch boyfriend, Steadman. Oprah is beloved, but is a billionaire that has grown wealthy on the backs of poor blacks who aspire to be her, but continue to live in poverty while their O magazine is delivered monthly. If she had done more for the inner city poor and given less cars away to middle class white women in her audience, I might pay attention to her. People can relate to her with her weight struggles and eating issues, but they don't have drivers and cooks and her struggles are more in line with a lavish lifestyle and less with eating due to depression or life struggles. Good riddance in my opinion.
Darla and I drove up to Carson City on Friday morning and went straight to the Genoa lakes course in Genoa. Darla met up with our friend, Lilly, and they had plans for a fun day. I went to the driving range and realized that I had forgot a hat. I called Darla and asked if she could come and bring me a hat so I didn't burn in the high thin air and blue skies. I had told her to make sure to get gas right away as the car was on 1/4 and my gas gauge is broken. She came back and rode out to the first green with the starter to bring me my hat. When I walked up to the cart I looked at her and said, "That's not the hat I wanted!" She could have and should have smacked me, but the guys got a kick out of the line. Darla headed back and met up with Lilly at a couple of stores and then they headed to lunch, completely forgetting the gas gauge problem. The car ran out of gas as they approached the restaurant and she had to nurse it into a parking lot and have Lilly come and get her. Darla called AAA and sat down to eat lunch. Of course, it was all my fault when I got back to the hotel.
I shot 87, 87 and 89 up in Carson City and was most upset with my Sunday round where I shot 41 on the front. The round started to come apart when I was 3 over after 8 holes and dumped my approach into the lake fronting the 9th green. I stumbled badly on the back and shot 48 with several balls hooked out of bounds from the tee. It was like falling down stairs in slow motion as I watched my tournament round implode. My good friend, Bob, had an even worse experience as he hit four straight balls out of bounds on the par five 8th hole, double hit a ball, hit his next shot into the lake next to the green, dropped and hit his 14th shot onto the green and two putted for a 16. Brutal. I' m blaming that image for my implosion. (Well, it has to be somebody's fault).
We were able to have dinner with Neil and Lilly at B'Sghetti's in Carson City on Friday night. We were supposed to hook up with Bob and Vicki after dinner, but they had gone to see a movie and just spent the night on "couple" time. Darla and I gambled until about midnight and then headed to bed. We went to bed marginally up.
Saturday night we got together with the gang at Red's in Carson City. Red's is an old fashioned bar with great food and over 100 beers on tap and in bottles. We had a great meal and surprised Barbara with a birthday cake and she was thrilled. It was a great time getting together with our golf friends and we went out afterward with Bob and Vickie to listen to some music and dance. We started at one bar that had a good band, but a creepy little old man with a mental disability that was slowly dancing on the dance floor pretending to play the harmonica. We walked across the street to the Nugget and listened to a band that was made up of two keyboard players and a female singer. They were quite good and Darla pointed out when "All my Exes live in Texas" came on, that it was true in my case. We danced a little bit and were amused by a little 4'10" man and three ladies that took turns dancing with him. He was duded up in jeans, a large belt buckle (that frankly was probably normal sized) and a big Cowboy hat. This dude was all hat and no cattle as they say, but he was squiring three elderly ladies to the dance.
Jennifer and Micheal are splitting up. She is buying a car and looking for a new place for just her and Samantha. I have encouraged her to move out on her own and not to introduce anyone else into Sam's life until she is in a committed relationship. Sam doesn't need the constant upheaval in her life and be subjected to the whims of one of Jennifer;'s benefactors. it's too hard on her and Jennifer needs to learn to stand on her own two feet. Her Mom has never been alone in her life having always ended up in new relationships immediately, and it's time for Jennifer to break that pattern. I am strongly supporting her in getting her life together. A life for her and Samantha. I'm sad because I really like Michael, but it is Jennifer's life and I'm more sad for Samantha, who has grown really attached to Michael and his little dog, Kippy. She will be confused, but will love having her Mom to herself.
Well, this is short and sweet (just like Samantha), but I will add more over the holiday. I hope everyone has a great Memorial Day. Ciao.
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