7-6-1-1

(Friday, September 22) It was a pleasant morning out at the golfcourse ; a nice breeze, lots of sunshine and only one mosquito, which is now an ex-mosquito.  The golf gods were smiling on me and I shot a 7-6-1-1, which in the Keeter scoring system is landing seven greens in regulation, making six pars, one birdie and one hole-in-one.  And there was no one around to witness it when that HIO rolled in.  Yes, it was a short par three hole.  I used a nine iron and didn’t hit it very well but the ball hopped up on the green and rolled right in.  It’s not how, but how many, I’m told, and I’ll take it. Continue reading “7-6-1-1”

Wet August

While we were in Las Vegas last week, SA got rain nearly every day.  It got rain before we left, too.  I had largely caught up on the mowing before we left but, alas, now I am woefully behind again.  We’ve tallied 4.69 inches for the month which, oddly enough, is still behind August last year, when we received more rain than any August of the last nine years and double the average.  There is still plenty of time to surpass last August and we are only a half inch behind but I know how it can stop raining and not rain again for weeks.  We shall see. Continue reading “Wet August”

July wrap

We’ve had a busy month here on SA.  The neighbors got back from Switzerland last Monday evening and all were suffering from jet-lag, though not all would admit it.  Joyce and I held down the fort while they were gone, including administering to Tino the dog.  No small task, that.  Currently Abigail is in Denver at a volleyball camp and is scheduled to return Monday sometime.  School starts August 16th here in Amarillo, I believe, so there will be little respite for her when she gets back.  Tascosa has scheduled VB tryouts for the day she gets back, or maybe it’s the next day.  Then the team plays a tournament in Dallas the weekend after school starts, which is going to take her out of school almost as soon as it begins. Continue reading “July wrap”

Damp weather

Last rain we got was on the 4th of July.  Chris claims we got half an inch.  I’ll have to take his word for it since we were in Red River.  Since then, hot and dry.  Changing into work clothes in the shop I already feel damp and that changes to drenched once out in the sun and working.  I particularly like the feel of beads of sweat rolling down my back Continue reading “Damp weather”