I’m not even going to pretend that I have anything worthwhile to write tonight.
You know… as opposed to all the other nights when I write things that make educated people sit up and take notice.
Today was one of those days when I spent all of my time in the Suburban. It wasn’t because I drove it across the country to see Elvis impersonators, either, because I didn’t.
Much to Hubs’ disappointment, I’ve never really liked Elvis. Oh, I’m sure he was a fine gentleman and all, because how can you not be, when you’re wearing a sequined jumpsuit? It’s just that his music makes me heave an enormous, not-at-all-dramatic sigh and ask, “What else is on the radio?”
Today I drove here and there and everywhere, without leaving Small Town’s county limits. It’s because I had to get the boy from here… and take him there… and go to Bible study here… and get the boy back from there… and take him to that spot… and blah, blah, blah, until I was really and truly looking at the LOW FUEL light glowing on my dashboard. All I have to say is that today I’m thankful for the gentleman who invented the automobile, as well as for air conditioning in the vehicle and non-Elvis songs on the radio.
The boy went golfing today.
Twice.
Because apparently he’s into two-a-days now, as far as all the practicing goes. The boy popped out of bed at 7:00 this morning to ask Hubs if he’d drop him off at the golf course on his way to work, so that he could practice his chipping and putting all by himself. This was amazing, because IN ALL OF THE YEARS OF TRYING TO GET THAT BOY TO SLEEP IN, this is the year when it finally happened! This is the summer when the boy has suddenly decided I LOVE TO SLEEP UNTIL 10 AM!
And we have the non-sleeping Thing 2 now.
Because life is just hysterical.
But yes. This was the first day of summer break that the boy has walked out of his bedroom before 10:00 in the morning. He was dressed in plaid shorts and a polo shirt, looking like he was ready to take on the US Open. Hubs did drop him at the golf course this morning, and then I picked him up…
…and ran him forty-eleven different places…
…and then I took the boy and three of his buddies (including a cousin thrown in there) out to the golf course, because of 3:00 TEE TIME!! They played nine holes and laughed themselves silly, and the boy announced, “I just golfed my best game OF EVER this afternoon! Like… I totally ROCKED my golf score today!”
Way to go, Boy!
So, in lieu of many words tonight that don’t seem to go anywhere, I will just show you what’s been happening this week for us in the Golfing Department.
Because the answer is YES. All of these photos were taken in the past seven days.
And now I think I’m officially done taking snapshots of boys at the driving range, because PLENTY!!
The boy, Quinn and John golfed in the wind. And when I say WIND, I really mean that they’re pretty sure they saw Dorothy and Toto that morning. Wind is not really a deterrent for twelve-year-old boys, because they don’t care about their hair being blown into a I LIVE IN A VAN, DOWN BY THE RIVER style.
The boy and Enzo decided to golf in the rain. They assured me that it was just a sprinkle, and they weren’t sweet enough to be made out of sugar, so they’d both be fine.
Thing 2 wore his raincoat when we dropped the big boys off, because he IS made out of sugar. And snakes. And also snails. And some rotten coffee grounds, dirt clods and wet cat food.
Today, Cousin B, the boy, Quinn and Enzo all went golfing together.
(I hope that Quinn’s mother will get him treated for his camera shyness.)
Cousin B is a hockey player. He plays hockey as often as most boys take a breath of oxygen. He plays golf in the spring and summer to pass the time until hockey starts again.
This is how a hockey player lines up his practice shots at the driving range:
And then he hits them as fast as he possibly can, in the slap shot fashion…
And then he talks his cousin into doing the same thing…
And then they wonder why their $6 bucket o’ balls disappears so quickly.