I imagine if you put 3 Republican women senators and 3 Democrat women senators together in a room you could have a totally acceptable health care bill on the table within a few hours. Today we were 3 moms on the bag and it was peaceful, practical and perspicacious. Women will generally work well together in pursuit of a common objective – a quick and calm round with minimum interference, hustle and manipulation.
The first 9 holes were smooth and uneventful – after I stopped giving advice on hole 3 green.
It’s a fast green !!
At which point he 3 putted 3 tentative putts.
The course is at best described as ‘funky’. Narrow approaches between bunkers, rolling hills and dense forest on to undulating greens which throw you for a loop even when you’re there in regulation.
And then there was a storm delay. Lightening and thunder coursed through the sky as we fled the course. Bear had 2 shots left to finish a 74 round and Rob and I were on the 13th tee box.
And the rhythm was somewhat broken afterwards. Bear’s 2 shots turned into 3 but still a good day for him. Rob’s putting was problematic, lacking an element of faith and trust, but truly there was really only one horrible shot and it went like this:
Why did you hit when I was talking to you?
I was ready.
Well you clearly weren’t.
as the 3 wood went wildly left.
On the 9th hole his favorite ball went in the water.
Oh well, that’s golf, in all of its mixed up, muddled up, shook up world ………
Moms help iron out the kinks as much as they can, and although the above lyrics are straight out of the seventies, we still found the eighties !
