Perhaps it’s the march of days, with more of them in my rear-view mirror than ahead of me (unless I’m going to live to be 120 years old!), but I find myself giving thanks for having a good night’s sleep, for waking up each day or for the little thing that punctuate each day. Getting up in the morning with a minimum of aches and pains, being able to walk to the bathroom unaided and do my thing without pain, tracking the growth of the vegetable’s in pots on the deck… each of those little activities brings me joy.
Today, Hub and I played 18 holes of golf at Kettle Creek. It took me about 12 holes to get back into the swing of things (literally) and for my body to remember the proper form. But it did and we had a blast.
It was a fun way to spend a couple of not-working hours with my Beloved. And for every ball I ‘misplaced’ in the rough, I ended up unearthing two of better quality, so call that a win. On the 16th tee we passed by one of the groundskeepers in a utility golf cart, a chap of about 40, all sub-burned nose and hairy arms and legs. Hub and I both commented on what a glorious day it was for golf. His answer was wonderful – with a huge grin on his face, he said it was an ‘awesome day with just enough breeze to be comfortable’. There was such joy in that simple statement.
After the disgraceful behaviour of those thugs (who wears a mask to a hockey game) in Vancouver last night, it’s a welcome change to be reminded that the majority of folks you meet are good.