Was My Face Red! Thankfully I Made the Green.

Yes. It was one of those days. I had sent the golf cart away with Northwest Golf Cars due to running the front tire amok on a jutting retaining-wall stone resulting in a tilt on the right. This just after my husband returned with news that his golf days would be interrupted with more than one surgery anticipated for his neck and for his spine. Thankful for great facilities at Kadlec.

As the evening set in and the day came to a soft close, we came up with the brilliant idea to pitch and putt on the green outside our home. A little golf is good for the soul. Being members of The Club, we were mindful to ensure no one was playing the hole before marching out there to practice with a bucket of balls. Yes. A. bucket.

Once we had peppered the green with mostly well-hit shots (finally, I am learning to use my wedge), a gent marched over to holler at us for misusing the green. As I looked at the scene from his perspective, I realized that we had been quite excessive. And the flush came over my cheeks. We told him he was right to let us know, gave our apology and assurances that we would not let it happen again.

While we picked up the balls, limiting ourselves to one each for putting, we noticed eyes still looking our way. I walked over to apologize again to find that they assumed, by our behavior, that we were not members. I assured them we were full-fare devotees who lost our heads. Yes, if we had seen us doing this, we would have hollered at us too. I gave our apologies again, and then took our son to play the hole with just one ball each as my hubby instead gave his customary attention to perfecting every divot so the green remains true.

The lesson: even adults attempting to be good role models make mistakes; and need to say "sorry;" and must fix anything that was disrupted. Oh, and, today I can hit the ball consistently with my irons while my putting still needs help.

Currently running through Tri Cities ...

Join the Club ... Ride A Yamaha!

The latest driving force led us to NorthwestGolf Cars for a Yamaha! We fell for a sexy black number with tan seats ... and, of course, champagne wheels.

Accessorized with a ball washer, a sand bottle, an enclosure to keep us warm in the cooler season, and etc., the cart was delivered right to our door. We quickly took it for a spin. Get yours ... and ride the current that runs through Tri Cities!