First Frisbee

The snow is melting. The mud is sticking. And the season is starting for us nerds who like to throw circular pieces of plastic at metal baskets. For those of you haven't tried it, I highly recommend it. It's all of the focus and finesse of golf, without the goofy carts, clothes, and costs. 

Started out rough today: three bogeys in a row. This was especially frustrating as my drives were perfect right out of the gate. It's always the second shot that gets me. Too much opportunity. Too much thought- what if I can birdie, etc. Yes I'm a nerd. I am painfully aware. But where, in the past, I get frustrated and can't stop swearing, now I just laugh and take the bogey. 

I then had 5 straight pars. And finished with my one and only birdie of the day. Nice to have the course so close by- like 5 minutes away. And nice to have a more mellow, meditative alternative to my running. I like to give the knees and ankles a rest every other day. 

I've been trying to honor Grandma's request of me to not share everything that takes place here in the wonderfully weird world of 489 Paradise Dr. And though I'm pretty sure that she'll never read any of this (except for when she reads over my shoulder for the two seconds it holds her attention), I know I should do my best to honor that request. So suffice it to say that we had a great argument yesterday. Saying please would probably be the simple title of the discussion, were it to have had a title. A classic scene: Grandma holding court from the recliner by the sliding doors, Grandpa sitting at the kitchen table terribly uncomfortable look on his face, and me sitting squarely opposite Grandma at the little countertop in the kitchen. Basically I told Grandma that I would appreciate her saying please when I'm around. This went over well. Tempers flared. We both got mad. We both expressed ourselves. And while I got heated, I stayed calm enough to express myself well and clearly. Grandma actually understood that I wasn't accusing her of being mean; I was simply requesting that she do something that was nice and considerate. I told her I'm sure that I do things that she doesn't like and for her to tell me when they happen (although she pretty much does this constantly- they just have mostly to do with fuzz on my neck or stains on my coat). Small victories.