After a three week absence, Cuz and I were back on the links today, and back on our home course, Forest Park, for the first time in two months. It has rained or there have been outings each Monday in that span. It is the only time we can play, as Cuz sees to his mom, who's in her mid 80's, on Sunday, his other day off from his chauffeur work. Given the heat, it was basically us and the Asians playing. I went through at least four twelve-ounce bottles of water during the round. There are four Gatorade containers filled with melting ice set up along the way. Management doesn't want any fatalities on its hands. There is a lot of shade at Forest Park, although it does not, of course, mitigate humidity. We were dripping from the start, despite the frequent cloud cover. The course is in top condition, which is unusual for July. There has been ample rain and cloud cover to keep the grass from burning. It will be tested severely this week. As for the golf, it was pretty much what I expected, although early on Cuz was in vintage form and I was quickly six back. By the turn, he was only two shots better. At the seventh hole, which we call The Ravine for obvious reasons, two of the ground crew were working on the other side of the abyss. I got to wondering, if my drive traveled at them, if I should yell "Fore!" or "Cuatro!" Fortunately, the ball flew to the other edge of the fairway. Not so at the ninth, where I pulled a three-wood toward the tenth tee, straight at the threesome standing there. "Fore! Fore!," I cried, wondering what the Mandarin word was for it as the ball rolled between them. It wasn't a bad shot by my standards, as it stopped ten yards to the left of the green, pin high. It is one of two spots on the course where there is particular danger from incoming shots. I steadily closed the gap on Cuz, but blew it when I brutalized the last hole, three-putting from less than 20 feet for a seven. I had a 93, Cuz 91. I've been struggling with the flat stick for a number of years. I had at least five three-putts today. Everything else was so so, good shot/bad shot, as it is 90% of the time. Given that we've played only six times since April, I should've been happy with that, but, since golf makes one insane, I wasn't. It's hard to post a good score playing only once a week, let alone once every three. Or is that just a rationale?
The floating book shop will return tomorrow. My expectations will be as low as they were on the golf course, although I managed to sell two of my own books on recent days of intense heat. But that was mid 90's. The index is suppose to reach triple digits the rest of the week.
Vic's 4th Novel: http://tinyurl.com/bszwlxh
Vic's 3rd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/7e9jty3
Vic's Website: http://members.tripod.com/vic_fortezza/Literature/
Vic's Short Story Collection (Print or Kindle): http://www.tiny.cc/Oycgb
Vic's 2nd Novel: http://tinyurl.com/6b86st6
Vic's 1st Novel: http://tiny.cc/94t5h
Vic's Screenplay on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/cyckn3
Vic’s Short Story on Kindle: http://tinyurl.com/k95k3nx
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