Before J, I used to golf once or sometimes twice a week. I have not golfed once in five summers. First, I was pregant, then I had a baby with me, and then I just didn’t have anyone to golf with me during the week. All my golfing girlfriends either had new babies or had gone back to work.
I used to golf with Hubby. Actually, I was the one that really got him started golfing. I started golfing with girls from work and we would occaisionally need a fourth. Then, Hubby went off the deep end. He was golfing every other day or at the range, getting custom clubs, eating, drinking, sleeping golf. He does that a lot when he really likes something.
We have golfed in Vancouver (see photo above of Fury Creek, not where we golfed but we had breakfast there), Victoria, Bermuda (twice), Tremblant, and all around the Ottawa region. It actually got to the point that we golfed so much, I was getting tired of it. I was actually pretty good. At least, I thought so.
I considered myself an average woman golfer. I was asked to play with the guys at work all the time. I have been taken to Eagle Creek by vendors. I have golfed with some of the Senior Executives at Nortel. I never professed to be a professional, but I could hold my own and send out a shock every now and then with a hole in one or the best score of the group.
Hubby told me a few weeks ago that I wasn’t really a very good player. That took so much of the wind out of my sails that I think it carried to the driving range on Sunday. We decided to take “J” to the driving range so we could get out and hit a few balls. So, not only have I not hit a real golf ball in five years, but my toddler is hitting next to me saying, “help Mommy” and “look, look”. And Hubby switched up some of my drivers. One of the shafts broke when he lent it to a friend, so now it is too short. The other is a hand me down from him. But, I don’t know where my old favorite went. Needless to say I left a little frustrated. Hubby kept cracking jokes about my swing to the point that I gave up the last quarter of my bucket and sat on the bench.
I miss playing golf so much that I wanted to just pick up where I left off and start playing again. But, it looks like I will have to start with a few weeks at the range, and maybe a few visits all on my own, with no distractions.
Dear fairways, I miss you so. Fear not, I will return. Soon.
