...of golf for us.  I know...I know.

We're turning into golf bums. 

Yet, it's for a limited time--sort of a sabbatical from regular life--and so I'm just going with it.

Except for those pesky times I hit a horrible golf shot.  Then I have a tendency to invest the game with meaning, to assume that an errant shot has some sort of weight on the scale of worth or relevance that...in fact, it does not.

I'm hoping to grow out of that (and grow up!)  quickly with more practice.

In the meantime, I bought an orange, a purple and a pink shirt for our visit to prison this weekend.

I know...I know.  I pledged to find a wild blue shirt with which to buck the system. 

Despite looking, I didn't find anything wild enough and...quite frankly, it's just not the windmill to tilt at this month. 

I'll keep you posted next month!  In the meantime, I might be offline for a day or so.  I'll catch you on the flipside.

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