The Hope Lady writes about life from a hopeful perspective. Wendy Edey shares her experience with hope work, being hopeful, hopeful people, hopeful language and hope symbols. Read about things that turned out better than expected and impossible things that became possible. Read about hoping, coping, and moping in stories about disability, aging, care-giving and child development.
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
FAMILY GOLF
It took me seventeen years to get three thousand hits in baseball. I did it in one afternoon on the golf course. Hank Aaron
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Lawrence and Mark organized a family golf game. The goal, it seemed, was to seize the day, to have as much fun as possible.
Each of them did their part. Lawrence had the idea. Mark booked the tee time. Lawrence arranged the weather.
The day was perfect, sunny with a slight ruffling breeze, not too hot, not too cold, no mosquitoes.
Mark arranged the golf carts. “Could we have two golf carts?” he asked at the Pro shop.
The clerk was polite, but curious. “For two golfers?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Mark, making no apology. “We can manage with one.”
We left the shop with the key to one cart. Any conversation that might have occurred between clerks went unheard by us. Then, just at the moment when Mark was leading his blind mother by the arm, and Lawrence was helping his dad board the cart from his wheelchair, the clerk appeared with the key for a second cart. No additional charge.
We all climbed aboard. I rode with Mark. Sibling rivalry bubbled just below the surface. With a wave to his brother, Mark cranked our speed to maximum. We must have been going one or two kilometers per hour. “You can’t scare me,” I said, looking as fearless as possible while holding tightly to the side arm. Mark takes wicked corners, wickeder when his brother is watching.
By and by Tracey joined us at the fifth hole tee box with a full load, baby Carys in the baby carrier and a picnic supper alongside the diaper bag. I surrendered my seat to most of Tracey’s cargo to trail after the carts with Tracey and Carys, chattering all the way. We know you’re supposed to whisper on a golf course. We just forgot.
Dad spotted the balls as they landed. Birds chirped. Ducks watched unmolested. Nobody knows who won, because nobody bothered to pick up a score card.
After the picnic we all went home.
If the goal is happiness, there are probably a thousand ways to play family golf.
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I, too, am so very happy to see that you are blogging once again, Wendy! Love to read about your adventures/learning - so very inspiring. Looking forward to your next post.
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