I needed this today! I think we're moving to Tasmania and I'm sort of terrified. I've had a lot of anxiety ever since early retirement at 60 - my brain needed that 'wet kitchen', as my sister explained to me. Apparently, I'm the personality type that needs to fix everything all day, with constant, unexpected problems part of my programming. Now - I read books and try to find something to do. Hmmm. Maybe packing, planning, applying for a Visa will be my wet kitchen? I guess I can laugh about it, too. And thanks for the reposted food column. Still working on that one. It's so confusing with all of the Youtube videos. Carnivore! Ketovore! Vegetables are trying to kill you! Don't eat broccoli! Dairy destroys you! Yada yada yada. When did eating get so hard?!?
This was great, Dee. Two thoughts that it spurred for me. One was Robin Williams ad hoc act of a Scottish person explaining golf to another while on the Johnny Carson show. I think you can find it on YouTube. The other was remembering a time during a shotgun tournament I played and was unfortunate enough to play with a lady who really got under my skin. She’d keep saying to me in a superior manner, “Your ball, noting that mine was the farthest from the hole.” Well hell I knew I had the outside lay, why did she need to say that? About the 8th hole, my game kept deteriorating because she was driving me crazy. As I approached the green, somehow I received a voice that said, “It’s just a game.” So as I addressed my ball first (because once again I had the farthest lay out) I walked away from my ball after she repeated the obvious and laughed saying, “You are an ace at spotting the obvious, well done!” As I giggled putting the ball went into the hole, about a 20’ putt. After that, it was just plan damn fun. I didn’t care what she said to me. It’s just a game. It’s just life, we’re the funny ones for getting worked up. Laughter—the best medicine! Thanks for the missive.
So good Hilda. Exactly the proper response. I play with plenty of guys that drive me nuts if I let them. Golf—as in life—lighten up and take yourself less seriously!
Great essay Dee. Sorry about the poor golf outing but an opportunity to laugh at ourselves (and others) is always worth it. I wish I had learned that earlier in life. Took myself far too seriously for far too long. These days my wife and kids make it easy to laugh at myself as they don't hesitate to remind me of my blunders!
I always say, you miss 100% of the jokes you don’t make. So you might as well try.
I needed this today! I think we're moving to Tasmania and I'm sort of terrified. I've had a lot of anxiety ever since early retirement at 60 - my brain needed that 'wet kitchen', as my sister explained to me. Apparently, I'm the personality type that needs to fix everything all day, with constant, unexpected problems part of my programming. Now - I read books and try to find something to do. Hmmm. Maybe packing, planning, applying for a Visa will be my wet kitchen? I guess I can laugh about it, too. And thanks for the reposted food column. Still working on that one. It's so confusing with all of the Youtube videos. Carnivore! Ketovore! Vegetables are trying to kill you! Don't eat broccoli! Dairy destroys you! Yada yada yada. When did eating get so hard?!?
Right? Thanks for reading. I’m glad it gave you a chuckle. Laughing is medicine—particularly in a wet kitchen ☺️
It sounds like a great time was had by all! 🏌️♂️⛳️🏌️
This was great, Dee. Two thoughts that it spurred for me. One was Robin Williams ad hoc act of a Scottish person explaining golf to another while on the Johnny Carson show. I think you can find it on YouTube. The other was remembering a time during a shotgun tournament I played and was unfortunate enough to play with a lady who really got under my skin. She’d keep saying to me in a superior manner, “Your ball, noting that mine was the farthest from the hole.” Well hell I knew I had the outside lay, why did she need to say that? About the 8th hole, my game kept deteriorating because she was driving me crazy. As I approached the green, somehow I received a voice that said, “It’s just a game.” So as I addressed my ball first (because once again I had the farthest lay out) I walked away from my ball after she repeated the obvious and laughed saying, “You are an ace at spotting the obvious, well done!” As I giggled putting the ball went into the hole, about a 20’ putt. After that, it was just plan damn fun. I didn’t care what she said to me. It’s just a game. It’s just life, we’re the funny ones for getting worked up. Laughter—the best medicine! Thanks for the missive.
So good Hilda. Exactly the proper response. I play with plenty of guys that drive me nuts if I let them. Golf—as in life—lighten up and take yourself less seriously!
Great essay Dee. Sorry about the poor golf outing but an opportunity to laugh at ourselves (and others) is always worth it. I wish I had learned that earlier in life. Took myself far too seriously for far too long. These days my wife and kids make it easy to laugh at myself as they don't hesitate to remind me of my blunders!
Thanks Matthew. The perfect audience of those that love you—and allow you 🙏
I did not know how golf got its name🤣! Thanks for this refreshing reminder to not take ourselves so seriously.
Four. Letter. Word. 😉
Thank you for reading my friend. 🙏
ha ha love the Scottish golf joke. I don’t play golf but have taken enough lessons to get it!
.. will suggest Dee - its a ‘target rich environment & yer declaring ‘open season.. 🦎🏴☠️
If I don’t laugh at myself, then who will
I might—but only if you already are ☺️
Thank you 🙏