I pooped today!!

When I play golf on Fridays I never know who they'll put me with. Sometimes it's a treat and sometimes it tries my patience. Today was both.
I've played with Kenny before. He's in his early 70's but hits the ball well. He also talks incessantly. And he doesn't stop. It's not conversation; he makes statements that don't seek any reply or response, and it's all about the shot he just hit, the one he will hit, or his score on that hole. Because I rode in his cart I was going crazy by the 4th hole.

The other two guys were fascinating. Heinz is 90! and speaks with a thick German accent. His friend Frank , 78, has the same accent. They both came here from Stuttgart but didn't know each other in Germany. If you stacked them one on top of the other they wouldn't be 11' tall, and neither of them could hit a drive more than 125 yards. Heinz laughed easily and often whereas Frank was quiet, but by the end of the round we'd had some good conversation. Given their ages and relatively recent immigration I wanted to ask them about the war. They'd certainly have stories to tell. But I was afraid of putting them in an awkward position, making them feel defensive. I hope I get to play with them again.

I've got two jobs lined up. Early next week I'll replace drywall that got ruined when a water heater leaked...while they were in Wisconsin. The bottom 10" in the garage and the same in an adjoining bedroom.
Then, either later in the week or early the following week I'll build new guts for two bedroom closets at another house. Shelves with rods underneath.
Both jobs should be straightforward, and the closet job will involve carpentry. I haven't done any of that for some time and I enjoy making sawdust.

Every morning I check Shirt Woot to see the day's offering. It's rarely anything I want, but two I should have purchased recently got an encore offering. I ordered both and the first arrived today. Here's the design. It's titled "Nevermore." Can you see why? (click to enlarge)
I'll show you the other one when it shows up in a day or two.

Sunday's sermon is written but needs work. It's the kind of sermon I can tell would be a lot better the second time. So it will get it's first preaching on my ride tomorrow morning. The goal is 45-50 miles, plenty of time to work it through.

Sometimes I really miss having a motorcycle. Especially this time of year.

In Michigan we knew spring was coming when we saw robins and tulips.
In Sun City we know winter is near when we see Buicks with Minnesota handicap plates driving 10 mph under the speed limit. In the last few weeks the traffic here has gone from bad to horrible.