The blog will take a well earned rest next weekend as Darla and I cruise off with Darryl and Cheryl, Randy and Cake and Dad and Shirley to the Bahamas. I look forward to resting on the ship and relaxing on the pool deck with a tropical drink in my hand. It will be great to back together with the Lyon family and helping to celebrate Dad's upcoming 75th birthday bash. We are off to San Francisco on Thursday night where we will stay over in a La Quinta Inn close to the airport. They will keep our car for the week and drive us to and from the airport. We will have breakfast at the hotel and then take the shuttle over to the airport about nine am for our 11:00 AM flight to Ft. Lauderdale. We are staying at the same Courtyard Inn as Darryl and Randy and will meet them for a late dinner Friday night. I think we get in about 7 PM.
Saturday we will shuttle over to the Cruise Port and stand in line to get through customs and onto the boat. We leave for San Juan Puerto Rico at 4 PM. Sherry has already scouted out how much wine we can bring on board. It should be a fun week.
I will take two weeks off from golf and after the last two weekends, I think I need a break. I can feel my back starting to tighten up and I'm scheduled for a Bowen treatment on the Thursday that we get back. I played poker on Friday night in keeping with the bachelor theme and had a pretty up and down night and probably made about $10 the entire night, but was likely DOWN about $50 midway through the night. It was a nice comeback. The money that we play with is quarters and half dollars that we have collected over the years. I probably have over $200 in change sitting in a file cabinet in my office that I use to gamble with. It never feels like I make or lose much because it is containers of coins. I sometimes feel like a big winner when we have someone new at the game and he buys $60 or $80 worth of coin from me during the night. I'll come home with $150 in my money clip, but most of that is because I don't have an extra $60 in change now.
My golf game has gone south and in a really quick fashion. I played today with Darren, Paul and Neil and shot a horrific 48+47=95 and this comes a day after shooting 47 +43=90 in the 2 man qualifier at Diamond Oaks on Saturday. Steve and I teamed up to shoot a DFL 74 in the best ball competition. It was a magnificent display of ineptitude. I lost a sleeve of balls today and hit one out of bounds yesterday at Diamond. It may be a forced layoff due to the cruise, but I think I need some time away from the game to get my batteries recharged. I went from shooting 81 and 83 a couple of weeks ago to rounds of 89, 90 and 95. It is amazing how fast it can all slip away. No one shot a stellar round today as Neil had 94, Paul had 94 and Darren shot 90. In fact it was so bad that in our skin game, no one had a closest to the pin because no one landed on the green and there was a regulation four par threes on this course. It reminds me often that it is a four letter sport.
Darla will be home tonight from her sojourn to Dallas, Texas with her Silpada sisters. The gang went out to Gilley's last night and Darla had to ride the mechanical bull. I don't know how long she stayed on, but she posted it to her Facebook account. I've talked to her everyday and they have had a great time. She was telling me about being in a famous restaurant in Dallas where they have an artist who paints portraits of all of the famous people who have dinner there. These pictures grace the walls of the restaurant and include local sports figures and international actors and actresses. Darla and her gang were at one of the tables when Sue, Darla's up line, pointed at a black family who was sitting at the table across from them and yelled, " who is that with the monkey?" The waiter who was taking their order took one look at the situation and turned and ran out of the room. Darla picked up on the faux paus as Sue was actually pointing at one of the paintings of a man with a monkey. The black family was not amused and Sue jumped up and ran over to the painting and said, "Hey it looks like Jungle Bob and his sidekick." Apparently that was a local kid's show in Ohio and Darla just started busting up (as only she can do) and had the whole table in hysterics. I guess they eventually clued in the waiter who thought he had a racial incident occurring in his work station.
Darryl is now done with McClane and is an employee of Standard Beverage. He will work from home in Denver this week and then take the cruise with us and then be off to the booming metropolis of Lawrence, Kansas. He will be commuting for awhile as they attempt to get the house sold.
I was relaxing at home last night after the golf game. It was particularly cold yesterday as a cold front moved through and made way for a gorgeous day today. The doorbell rang and I got up to answer the door and there was nobody there. I no sooner sat down than it rang again. I figured whoever it was must have heard me open the door and come back, but I heard the sound of adolescent high pitched laughter as I opened the door. We live on a corner and they were playing doorbell ditch. I decided that if it rang again, I was going to get a pail of water and play "Douse the cheeky little brat." But, apparently they decided that two times was enough. Thank God as I was tired and I probably would have been arrested for assault for teaching a lesson to a juvenile. Life lessons are not allowed in California.
Peter was supposed to be back to work tomorrow, but his doctor has not released him to drive yet and wants him to work no more than six hours a day from home this coming week. He can work two hours at a time and then has to rest. Hopefully he is ready to return the following week, because I am gone. I'm going to meet Peter at his house and bring lunch on Thursday.
Well, that is it. Not much news. I got the car washed this weekend, the lawn mowed and the pool cleaned. I had my car custom detailed a couple of weeks ago and it is so easy to wash now. He did a really good hand wax on the car after cleaning it and doing the interior, including dressing the seats and the dashboard. I had a hot dog and some garlic fries at Auburn Country Club today and I will likely skip dinner. I have to input the individual scores from the Saturday tournament. I hope everyone has a good week and we'll see Dad, Darryl and Randy (anf their wives) this coming weekend. Ciao.