July 13: Pouting and perspiring

Three of us golfed last night, extending the string of not every one being at golf to the whole golf season so far. We’re hoping to get all four there sometime. Luckily all four convened at the Fox and Hound.

It was hot. At least one member of our intrepid group thought it wasn’t that bad. And it might not have been, had there been any wind. And less humidity. And lower temperatures.

The self-described pouting came from Liz, who was irritated by golf balls that kept going into the creek. (Three at last count.)

Not everyone played every hole. Carol missed the first two. Liz opted out of one because she was pouting.  Bonnie also skipped one.

There was discussion of starting the pratice of personal pars. Carol, for instance, may never get a par. But she can get a four.

The Fox and Hound was loud. Really loud.  Eardrum hurting loud.  Waitresses had skimpy outfits. Odd-tasting drinks.

July 6:There’s nothing like a gin and tonic

The headline should give you some idea of the quality of golf. Three members of the intrepid golf league team competed on Tuesday. Liz, Bonnie and Carol teed off on a muggy evening. Alison, perhaps the most intrepid member of the team, was motorcycling somewhere east of here. Way east of here. We wish her a happy and safe journey. We already know it’s a stylin’ trip with the new sweeeeet helmet.

Golf highlights: Carol hit the ball over the creek. We believe this is a first. Liz hit a miracle shot over the creek. The grounder hit the dirt on the tee side of the creek, bounced on the bridge and then, we thought, rolled into the creek. We trudged across the bridge where, to our delight, there was Liz’s ball, out of the creek and playable.  Bonnie hit her ball over the creek too.

Par: The writer’s memory is a little shaky here. There was a par. I think it was Liz. But it might have been Bonnie. Carol pledged to hit one par during the season. We’ll see. Check back here to find out if she reaches that goal.Bonnie played almost every hole, demurring on the hilly, sunny, hot third hole.

Golf lessons: Liz decided she needed to keep her head down.

Bug report: Carol and Liz at the end were plagued by flies. Annoying. Whining ensued.

Not Bonnie, but kind of funny.

9th Hole: Discussion of where to go started at the seventh hole, though thoughts of where to go afterwards were brewing (or perhaps distilling) on the sixth hole. Old Chicago was the choice.  Bonnie made the boldest move of the night by ordering the G & T. The others quickly followed, impressed by her decisive move.  Hilarity ensued, particularly when Liz gave a play-by-play of a memorable dive executed by Bonnie.

2010: Where’s Carol?

The blog and the golfer have been missing for many weeks this year. Carol’s trip to the Dominican Republic took out two weeks. Another trip with college friends took out another.

Weather is great when Carol is not there.

Report later on golf and after-golf activities.

Goodbye to another great year of golf

We said goodbye to our lovely Tuesday evenings of golf and fellowship with some kind of good golf. (All things being relative) and appearances by all at some point or another.

Golf highlights: Alison hit the ball over the creek; scored at least two pars and ate fish and chips.

Carol made a big splash ( thanks, Spongebob) when her ball went into the creek. She had a couple of what could have been fours, truly great play from her. Carol took advantage of the extra $2 cost (thanks Mayor and City Council) to be creative with the tee box. She pretty much just teed up the ball wherever she liked.

Alison persevered to the end of the round, and carol didn’t fall over.

Bonnie joined us on the beautiful evening to be our flag bearer; it was a welcome addition.

Liz, after meeting all of her wonderful students for the year,  joined us at Dave and Buster’s where the service was slow but the conversation never lagged.

Westwood lives

And now for breaking news: The mayor announced that Westwood golf course will remain open next year with increased fees at all of the city’s golf courses. Good news.

And good news from Bonnie, who is on the mend.

Now, to the last week’s round:

It was flag/prize night and what a night it was.  Liz started off with a prize-winning drive — the longest on the first hole. Golf was somewhat up and down after that.  Alison made it over the creek and risked life and limb to retrieve her ball from the jungle-like weeds at the creek’s edge.

Other prizes awarded included lowest score for Alison: 44; and highest score for Carol, 79 — partly because of a 17 she took on the seventh hole.  Alison and Liz discovered their seventh irons on the seventh hole, and Carol should have left hers in her bag.

Fellowship convened at Julio’s with other golf league members. It appears Liz may be in line for league presidency again. Her no-party party appears to be the frontrunner.

And a pause for a political message,

I just e-mailed my city council representative to voice my support for keeping Westwood open. Not a huge move, and probably won’t help, but I wanted to at least voice some support for the course.

Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming.

Week of July 21, 2009

The best part of the evening: Good news about our compatriot Bonnie. A big shout-out to her.

The less said about the golf, the better. No one made it over the creek. No pars. Lots of hooks and slices and not very good shots. Everyone played all the holes.  (Sad that that is the high point, but there you are.)

College freshmen, whether related or advising took up much of the conversation.Politics invaded the peaceful golf course with the mayor’s decision to close Westwood at the end of the season. We are indignant and irritated.

We went to the Ice House for post-golf refreshment. Margaritas and tacos.  Alison hatched a writing plan.

Wait, where was I?

Yes, it’s been several weeks since the lovely putting with purpose has been updated. There has been putting and purpose with a week off for far-flung travel by several members of the group.

Here are the highlights for July 14, 2009:

Three intrepid golfers hit the links; Carol had to work.  Liz reports that Alison parred the first and last holes.  Alison and Liz each made it over the creek, but Liz reports her golf game “stunk the rest of the time.”  Bonnie played most of the holes.

No reports of conversational topics were divulged. Afterglow convened at Buffalo Wild Wings, which apparently was noisy.

Week 3 and 4:Time flies; golf balls don’t

Your not-so-faithful correspondent has fallen down on the job. Now we’ll be caught up — in time for all to hit the road after next week.

Week three was a fine golf outing. Memory of the exact golf has faded, though the visit after golf to Don and Millie’s is quite clear.  There was golf. Some good golf. (None from Carol, who bought yet another brace, yet still had trouble golfing. Upon reflection,the idea hit that perhaps Carol was a terrible golfer before she broke her wrist. Those 25-foot drives might just be normal Carol golf.)

On week four, we were sad about Bonnie’s mom. Our hearts go out to Bonnie and her family.

There was no golf because of heat and storms. The golf outing still met at Old Chicago with special guest Scott.

Golf resumes next Tuesday. Fore!

Week 2: June 9, 2009

We were hungry. Not for the golfing so much, but for whatever would come after.  There was golf.

Alison hit her ball over the creek. Liz and Alison had some great drives and some good chips and putts.( did someone say chips?  I said we were hungry.)

Carol had a wrist brace, but it didn’t exactly work. Some practice would be helpful. Not all that probable,  but helpful.

She putted a couple holes and did a little golf valeting.

Conversation ranged from movies  to children to whatever.

We adjourned to Julio’s for the 10th hole because Carol had a coupon. There were chips of the corn and flour kind.

We miss Bonnie and send her prayers and laughs and good vibes.