Two years ... it's been a two-year absence from posting to my blog. I finally caught on to what retirement is all about and I've just had no time. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Here's what I know about myself. I'm really good at starting things and never (sometimes) finishing them.
For example, I decided to learn how to play racquetball. Remember racquetball? Me either. What I do remember is that it was the "in" thing to do; i.e., all the popular kids (grownups) were playing. So off I went. I bought cute shorts, cuter tops, new court-approved sneakers. Oh I looked good! I bought a couple more outfits. I bought a racket. I was ready! And I was obsessed. It lasted a week or two. Racquetball just wasn't my thing.
In April, I gave Rick a present. Well, actually it started with him giving me a present ... way back in 2004. He bought me a set of golf clubs so I could join him in his beloved sport. Over the years, a grandson or two might have used them a time or two. Every once in a while he would remind me that I had a set of golf clubs standing in a corner of the garage gathering dust.
Oh, yes, April. That's Rick's birthday month. What do you give a man who has everything and doesn't want anything that isn't golf-related? Well, my bright idea was to give him the gift of golf lessons - for ME. Ta-da! I was feeling clever and oh-so-enthusiastic.
Can you see it coming? I bought cute shorts, cuter tops, golf-course approved shoes, AND a visor. Of course I did! I looked good. I looked like a golfer. I took lessons in Arizona ... every day, except weekends, for 7 days! I came back to California and called Pierre - he's the golf pro that handles beginner lessons at a golf course near our home. I took one lesson. I learned that my golf clubs were outdated. I needed a new set pronto!
Whew! Then the voice of reason spoke! Believe me, when I get going I usually tune that voice out. This time, the voice wasn't all in my head. The voice had a name: Rick. You guessed it. No new golf clubs that were going to stand in the corner of the garage gathering dust for another 11 years. Golf just isn't my thing.
Books, words, writing. They're more my thing. I'm going to give this blog-thing another go.
