Which is another way to say golfin’.
The weather has been seriously hot. It feels like summer. I don’t know what happened to El Niño. It was 88° out there this week. Way too hot, I quit after nine. Fugeddaboutit.
Play was agonizingly slow so I pulled out my crappy golf camera and fiddled around while waiting my turn. Sometimes you see some cool wildlife on the course. I’ve seen rattlesnakes, coyotes, and geese—lots of geese, and there are signs warning of bobcats although I’ve never seen one. One guy was looking for his wife’s ball in the brush and she said, “Dear, get out of there! There’s rattlesnakes in there!” To which he replied, “No there’s not,” and he pointed to the sign, “Just bobcats.” Hilarious. She didn’t think so.
This prickly pear cactus is in a bad spot. There are about a hundred golf-ball sized holes in it. Poor thing.
I just love being out on the fairways.
I haven’t been doing any quilting because I am going to an all-day class (tomorrow) to learn a new technique, which, if I like it, will save me the time of sewing down the pieces, I can just glue them with some special adhesive. It will also save the time of ironing down one side of each piece, and I’ll be able to do deeper curves with greater ease. I’ll find out and report back. Here’s one of her pieces:
I am also taking bridge lessons. I have been playing bridge for 20+ years but I felt like re-learning some of the basics because I want to start playing competitive bridge.
No, not that kind of bridge.