Yesterday my friends, Brenda and Lucille and I went golfing at Quail Heights in Lake City. I was picked up at 7:30 and we were on the tee at 8:15. Early. Early. Early. That's what you have to do if you live in Florida to beat the heat and high humidity.
We sprayed down with OFF, climbed in our golf carts, and were off.
I told Lucille I didn't bring my Nikon so I wouldn't be distracted, but then I slipped out my little Canon PowerShot. Not that taking photos on the golf course hinders my swings. . .I hinder my swings.
If you play golf, you understand this little story. Swing! I hate golf. Swing! I hate golf. Then you swing and the ball soars through the air down the fairway and you exclaim, "I LOVE GOLF!"
We all had our good swings and good putts, but most of all we had good fun.
Only a couple of times did I say, "Wait. Let me get this picture."
You can clearly see I was pretty far away from the heron; but I couldn't hold us up with another golf cart stuffed with two elderly men right on our bumper.
By eleven o'clock we were hot, sweaty and I was downright exhausted since that's about the most exercise I've gotten since the last time I played golf nine months ago.
Did I tell you I love golf? I do. Especially with friends who don't keep score, wild animals, and golf carts. We've vowed to go again next Thursday.
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