I had heard of this sport, but last night I actually saw it. Golf, at night, with the Tee' s surrounded with Christmas lights and the golf ball, neon green. The carts,which I couldn't actually see, had blinking lights all around them. It looked like
fun and I suspect that the cart following the golfers had a lot of booze on it. I played golf once when we first moved here. A thought bunch of siblings gave us golf lessons. We didn't take to it. But living on the 7th hole makes me an expert. I look out and
pass judgement on the players. Most of the players look pretty lame to me. I see bouncing balls, missed strokes and some cheering. I have one dog walking friend who plays in a Wednesday woman's league. She waves to me when she gets to the hole near our condo.
I sometimes miss her, but she says that she waves anyway. The Christmas players last night didn't wave to us, but I think they knew we were watching them. I fully expected someone to come to our slider and ask to use the bathroom. I was a little disappointed
that no one did. And who goes back and takes up all of those Christmas lights ?Our political climate has made me fearful of a number of things. I know the lament of "it's not going to keep me from living my life", but I am still worried. I am worried for my
daughter in Jerusalem. I am worried that a Grandson will be spending a year in and about Asia. I am worried about my financial future. I am worried about my rights as a woman. I am worried about health care and education for children. I am worried about families
being separated. I am worried for the LGBT community.I am worried that a Grandson has to travel back and forth to Africa on business.I am worried about transparency and truthfulness. I am worried about future appointees to the Supreme Court. I am worried that
there is no one representing me as my political leader. I am worried that people that I admired are not as they seemed. I am just plain worried and besides not being afraid to do my thing, I am very worried.