Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down

Have you ever rolled out of bed in the morning and thought to yourself that you just had a brilliant idea? I haven't either, but I was precariously close this morning, close enough that I could consider it a good idea. It was only 4:30 am, but I knew from my late night surfing that the Weather Channel had predicted 69 for a high on Sunday. So I grabbed my bag from the garage and began pulling clubs, just to see if any one of the little fellers needed their grooves cleaned. As the hands circled the clock and reached a respectable hour (4:30's respectable enough for me, but not all of my friends agree), I began calling to inquire if anyone wanted to venture out to The Phil for a friendly round.

My calls to my friends went unanswered and now I'm convinced that all of them have Caller ID. Out of spite, I decided not to leave messages for any of them. I shall go by myself and get a jump on them, so when the money is on the line, they'll regret that they didn't answer the phone. I did have one person answer (it was a wrong number and not really a friend) who, in a rather un-Christian-like manner, suggested that maybe I should consider going to church, since it was Sunday morning, after all. Why, I asked, do they have a putting green? Sorry, it has nothing to do with my faith, but I don't attend church too often. I'm sure I'll hear and read a lot about that comment.

I was just waiting on the temperature to climb to an agreeable position and I decided to take some photographs. Recently I was mesmerized by a young lady on an infomercial, who was telling me that you should take photographs of your valuables in case of fire or, heaven forbid, if someone should break-in and steal them. I take a lot of digital pictures anyway, mostly of my grandson, and I don't consider it an unpleasant task at all. (Speaking of which, it has always been one of life's little mysteries how a camera with a round lens will consistently provide a rectangular picture.) Anyway, after taking these photographs of everything in my apartment, I laughed at myself, because, if I had a fire, my computer would burn up too. Plus, my photographs, my camera, and my computer are my most valuable items and are the only things worth stealing. Maybe I shall copy my photos to a disk and keep them at a neutral location and hopefully, both places won't burn down or be robbed simultaneously. Good deal, now I have some excellent high quality photos of my TV, my washer, my dryer and several shots of my underwear and sock drawers.

I just got in touch with Wigs, but he's injured again and cannot play. As old age creeps up on you, I suppose you should expect an increase in the frequency of those debilitating injuries. Mr. Robato is working today, so he's out. I couldn't raise the Rambler, but it just might have been too early for him. Garth is ready to play, but alas, there is no place open to wield these woods and wedges.

I phoned The Phil and frantically awaited for a familiar voice. One which would tell me to come forth and slay the birds, but instead I listened to a recorded message from His Imperial Majesty (Bart does have such a commanding voice), which, sadly, informed everyone that the course is closed because it is too wet. I told Garth that I would prod the Mustang on down to Hidden Hills and call him if they were open. Upon my arrival, I was saddened to see that the parking lot was empty and much to my dismay, the sign on the clubhouse door read "CLOSED".

I have returned home and I'm still determined to enjoy my day off. I shall turn on the TV, eat my lunch, read a little and "watch" my golf today, and then, I'll take a nap and dream of birdies that could have been.

Speaking of TV, I saw an add last night about HDTV and it reminded me of a story told by Steven Wright about his nephew who suffered with HDADD, High Definition Attention Deficit Disorder. He explained that the child could barely pay attention to anything, but when he did, it was unbelievably clear.

Here's hoping that you have an unbelievably clear Sunday; hopefully Spring is right around the corner.