First of all, what is the deal with 68*F? This is Canada in mid-October. We should be wearing sweaters and jeans, today I had on shorts (white ones -cringe-) and a sleeveless golf shirt. It was warm, oh, yeah, back to the wind.
As I hear on the news there were some tornadoes in Michigan, yikes! Today the winds were a steady 20 miles an hour with recorded gusts up to 60 mph. I think that gust occurred while I was teeing off on #13 at Sutton Creek, (156 yard par 3) I used a 3 wood, (normally a 5 iron shot), gave it all I could and ended up 10 yards short, (I pared it, very lucky). That's some serious wind.
I was taking a break this afternoon from cleaning the house and lurking around, (I think I was checking Bw's -you have to post more! I know you have more to say!) when BAM! BOOM! KA-BLOOY! WTF? I thought... A decoration blew over on the back deck, but that couldn't have the noise, so as I head upstairs I see the cause of my disturbance... the screen blew off the window. That's some big wind.
So anyway.... Billy is heading down tonight, late, (actually tomorrow if you want to get technical...) to Tennessee that lucky boy. He and Kiks husband are going to spend nearly a week golfing, eating and drinking like men should a couple of times a year. I hope that they have a great time!
I might go down once they get back. I've recently come to the conclusion that a major part for the stank in the house is the books. There are hundreds of old books all jammed together on several shelves. Combine that with a house that is closed up most of the year, it adds up to stinky, musty, mouldy house...
The thing is, all those books, (except for the recently purchased travel guides and The Book of Lists from like 1975), these books were all my Grandmothers. I can't very well, and do not want to simply give them away. She spent her life collecting many of these books, some were gifts to her, some were gifts to her husband. How reckless for a grand-daughter to come in and give these mementos away. In addition, so many of these books (mostly English, Scottish, and German history) have little notes tucked in them, post cards, or are signed.
Basically I feel that I would like to spend some time going through these books. I will give some away, take some home, and air out the others (and use other methods to de-mould old books). I think I owe it to my Grandmother, and I also think how disappointed I'd be if someone chucked all the things I cherished.
We are such a disposable society aren't we? Ah... too deep for my last night with Billy...
Here's a picture of what I think is a Crane, looking for fish in the Hershey pond.
This is the view down the 12th Fairway. It's a par 5, you can't see the tee box, and I'm nowhere near the green...
This is looking back at the men's tee box on the 4th hole. The sky was black and blue with bright sunshine and ominous clouds. The soybean field in the background was glowing. Just gorgeous!
More later, Blogger is being stubborn...
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