A Good Day
|This re-run is from last year...it still works for me.|
Mrs. C left the beach early this morning as she has work tonight. I was left all alone. The beach is just not as good when you are all alone, so I drove home, picked up my clubs and played nine holes of golf.
I shot one under bogy, which is a 44, or eight over par. One under bogy sounds much better than eight over par. This was a very good round for me.
I stopped off at home, dropped off my clubs, chatted a bit with Mrs. C and left for the beach.
I took a quick refreshing dip in the ocean, showered, enjoyed a light cocktail, fussed around with my guitar for a while and then took a nap.
After my nap I enjoyed dinner. Dinner was a doggy-bag chicken saltimbocca from the night before. It was a very good left-over. After dinner I went to the bench on the beach with a tall glass of wine and a good cigar. I watched the fishermen not catch fish.
An osprey dove right where I had taken my afternoon dip and came away with an eight inch skate, a ray like fish. He took it back to his nest on the bay while I saw a fisherman actually catch a similar sized skate. The ospreys skate was not as lucky as the one caught by the fisherman, it was not released; the one caught on a hook was set free.
Another osprey dove and took off for the bay; I did not see its catch, while a third dove in front of me and also came away with an unidentified fish. On the way to its nest it was harassed by a gull hoping to make the osprey drop the prize. Life is tough for the birds.
Not so tough for me; it was all around a good day.
Tomorrow I will rise early to watch the British Open golf championship on TV before I hang on the beach.
It was such a good day I almost went to the quick mart to buy a lottery ticket.
I did not. Upon further reflection, I decided I already hit it.