Today is the last day I was going to play golf with the ladies league… but 31 degrees is just a little too cold for me to hit the links. I put out my long underwear… it’s hanging on the hook of my bedroom door, and I set the alarm for 6 am with every intention of getting up, taking a hot shower and heading out… but then I heard the weather report. 31 degrees with the promise of a high of 45 degrees in the middle of the day. It’s just too cold for golf. My bones creak and the balls go flying, bouncing in odd directions. (The Mass Golf Association won’t even let you count your score at this time of year. Can’t trust the courses to not be a frozen tundra.)
So I snuggled down under my coverlet and let the time pass. I will take all my golf equipment out of the trunk this morning and store it all in the cellar for the off season, or until I decide to travel south for a month or two in the early spring… I am SO TEMPTED! For the last two years I have been lucky enough to get a few weeks in the sunshine in March. My “cruise happy friends” were off traveling and I got to use their condo. This year, the lure of the sunshine in the middle of a cold grey winter is calling to me. But I shall have to decide soon… the best places have all been snapped up. Luckily I am going to be in Florida next week and I’ll have a chance to look around and check things out.
And then of course, there is the hope of Hawaii in April if I can only lose 36 pounds. That’s my psychological reward. We shall see. But enough about that for the moment. It’s time for breakfast. Got to get my sausage and bacon on the grill. 🙂