Back on the golf course

Wednesday was a lovely day.  We began at the Rec center with exercise: Evelyn in the class with Tim and I walking and riding the stationary bicycle with a fan on the front wheel.  That sure felt good in the small warm room where they are located.  We returned home so Evelyn could begin work on preparing a casserole for the lunch at the Rec center tomorrow.  I moved some things out of the shed onto the carport.  I will have more room when I move the trailer.  I have not talked with Gene much and wanted to see him.  He allows us to park our trailer on his small patch of ground across the street from us.  He is a retired military policeman and loves to tell stories of his past, both in and out of the military.  I have heard many of his stories before but politely listen to his telling in his rough language.  I often want to tell him that he doesn’t have to swear to impress me but don’t.  I doubt he would respond favorably as my cousin Don did years ago.  We had some rain in the afternoon and evening.  For the first time I can remember, we are nearly 5 inches above the normal rainfall.  We had our first choir practice this evening and are anything but ready for our song this coming Sunday.  We will have to practice at home before then.  Our choir director is sweet but embarrassed about our readiness for Sunday.  She was a professional performer and knows how things should be.  I talked with Jim after the practice, and he said he had ordered a part for our heat pump but won’t install it for a while.  The temporary one is working, and he is busy with other pressing jobs right now.

Thursday Marty and I went to Iron Tree to play golf.  The morning was perfect for playing.  The owner of the course was not there and has developed a different system.  He hides golf car keys around the place and asks us to call him before playing so he can tell us where the keys are.  We played until 10:30, and I was back in form, playing some good holes but not consistently.  Marty took me to the Rec center to meet Evelyn after her Bible study.  We enjoyed a potluck lunch with other members of the exercise groups.  The food at potlucks is always delicious but excessive.  A surprise was that our neighbor, Doris, was there.  Both she and we were attending for the first time.  We went to the grocery after, and there she was again.  We came home and I watched the Cubs play well for a change.  Evelyn napped and then worked on some muffins for a funeral lunch on Saturday.  We had eaten so much at lunch that we skipped supper.   Instead I invited Doris to come for an ice cream bar that I had bought while we were both at the grocery.  We had a nice visit.  She is a precious soul and loves the Lord.  I miss her in the winter.  I finally moved the trailer.  We have some clothes in it to take and leave in Texas.  I hope to stop having to haul so many clothes back and forth.  We will always need the trailer as long as we drive but not so many clothes.