Mary's Heartbeats

Quietly, I make my way through the darkened hallway.  My plan is to get out early, before the course gets crowded with carts and players.  Of course, Goldyn thinks I'm moving him out this morning for our usual run, but I promise him we'll run when I get back.  I could never imagine myself doing this ever before . . . can I really play a round a golf alone? But here I am, my golf bag on my back.  I've essentially got the back nine to myself for now.  I have to chuckle, I am doing things I never dreamed of.  If only my Daddio could see me now!  He was such an encourager to me when I first took up golf.  I was so timid and self conscious, I would never have thought that I would be so bold to go and golf myself.  Yet, now it's different.  Mrs. Kim my former morning partner doesn't like to golf in heat, and has joined her sister at a golf course much farther than the one right down the street.  In spite of my inconsistent game, I hav...

Here I go again, standing on the first tee.  I swing and the ball takes off like a rocket.  It appears to be heading straight down the line, until the very end.  It takes an unlikely bump and "rick-a-shays" off to the right, into the trees, and down the hill towards the out of bounds fence.  What is it about this game?  No matter how much you think you've got your swing perfected, the ball seems to still have a mind of its own! I'm off now on my search for my favorite golf ball.  It seems that the ground has a selfish ability to swallow up balls.  I'm sure I spotted exactly where it landed and bounced out, but there is nothing in sight as I walk back and forth in vain.  I've learned that you must move on with this game.  After a reasonable look, you drop a new ball from where you went out, and press on.  Some other golfer will probably get the pleasure of finding your ball . . . Life is full of paradox. It's difficult to make sense...