Wednesdays are usually golf days with Dad, but we had to change it to today. This morning I awoke to grayness and my sinuses being attacked by a lowering barometric pressure. I hadn’t slept well to begin with and the stupid arthritis in my hands and shoulders didn’t help. However, since grayness keeps the heat away if you have to be outside, I found myself chatting lightheartedly for most of the twenty minutes to the golf course. (And almost all the way back, odd for me.) And then…
*Thievery: When we arrived at Canyon Lake Golf Course, two sheriff vehicles were at the pro shop entrance. Several explanations occurred to Dad and me, so at the desk I quipped, “Did somebody have a bad game?” No. There had been a break-in. I presumed money was taken, because the usual clothes, clubs, and balls were still for sale. As I grabbed some water, I overheard the owner describe to an officer two possible suspects: a disgruntled ex-employee and a suspicious person hanging around during the past few days. My curiosity was totally piqued, but I couldn’t satisfy it with nosy questions. (I’ll wait until next week for that.) I collected the cart and told Dad why the deputies were there. He might have been more concerned if our game had been delayed.
As we were carting along, some stray thoughts crossed my mind and totally diverted my attention…
*Golf: How can there be such a large disparity between where I am aiming and where the ball actually lands? If pro golfers practice and play all the time but still take lessons to rectify a problem, why am I so concerned about my score? This course has so many slopes and unlevel greens, I doubt a big-name could par it, at least not the first time out. Then again, they drive the ball so far they would probably avoid all the bad stuff and land right on the greens. Now that’s depressing.
*Wildlife Preserve: CLGC has so many deer and ducks it should be a wildlife preserve; there is probably some kind of tax credit they could apply for…Why don’t the deer jump out of the way before the ball hits them? Are they used to being hit all the time by other golfers? Why are their pellets so small compared to other animals their size? Heck, duck poop is bigger! Can you move your ball if scat is in your putting line?
*Duck Reunions: There were several pairs of ducks on the course, as usual. Just last month, each pair had several ducklings to watch over and display. Over the past couple weeks the babies have disappeared. Were they shooed away or did they instinctually leave home? Do they come back to see their parents? Do ducks have reunions or remember their offspring months or years later?
…See what I mean? How could I possibly concentrate on golf with these curious questions and observations popping up?