Dad and his friend, John, play golf together every Tuesday and Thursday. They like to get out early.  I think I've overheard John say that the reason for this is that if you have a lousy game, there's still most of a day to turn things around. 

Since I'd stayed over to play golf with Dad, John, and my brother, Dean, this morning--I found myself being roused from sleep by a tap on the door at 5:07 a.m.  I've long since discovered that even though I don't enjoy getting up early, there are certain things that make it more than worthwhile.  Golf with Dad, John and Dean definitely qualifies as "worth it."

When we got to the course, there were only two other cars in the parking lot.  Die hards, too, no doubt.  We were quickly joined by Dean and John, teeing off at about 6:15 a.m.

The round didn't start well for me.  I shot a six on the first hole (these are all par 3's) and a five on the second.  Pretty much, I averaged 5 per hole from there until the 7th hole.  Then things started to slowly pull together and by the back 9, I had three pars in a row at one point.

I was glad that Moira never showed up during the bad holes.  I suspect that her no-show was due to some self-talk prior to the game where I figured out my goals (enjoy time with men I love, practice my game...which it's needed a lot of lately).

We had a very enjoyable round...everyone had shots that were great and everyone had shots that were less than stellar.  But as Dad pointed out, only one of us got a birdie.

Congrats, Dad!

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