December 16th 2018
Today was a good way to top off a turbulent weekend. And I don’t mean “turbulent” as negatively as it sounds, because it’s not been terrible, it’s just been up and down. Perhaps there’s a more accurate word to describe that, but turbulent seems to fit. Friday was bad, Saturday was okay, and Sunday was good, so if anything things got better as the weekend progressed. And today was good.
We (me, dad, my now brother-in-law and his friend) had arranged to play golf at 11am, and every weather forecast we checked guaranteed us rain at 1pm. We still wanted to play, so we went along anyway with the intention of leaving after the front nine if it started raining. Thankfully, it never did. There was a light drizzle as we were putting on the 18th and final green, but other than that, the weather remained our friend.
I’m glad we had the opportunity to play the back nine, because I actually played pretty well on the back nine, and I’d been crap on the front. It was me and Dad against the other boys, and while Dad carried me on the front nine, I carried him on the back, and we ran out worthy winners with three holes to spare. I’d even go as far as saying that my golf on the back nine was “good”.
From golf, we went to the pub, watched the football, and had a carvery. I’ve said it before, but it’s never a bad Sunday if you play a round of golf and have a roast dinner. And both of those aspects delivered today.
Until tomorrow, today was exactly what I needed.