This old woman is getting mighty impatient! I have to get 67 people to complete my survey. Right now I have 57!! Eleven more people have consented but have not yet logged into the survey site. Five more have asked to participate but haven’t returned a consent form. The anticipation of it all. Who wants me to just get it done already and shut up about it (besides me????)?????
My plans for today were grandiose. I wanted to scrub all the bathrooms and uncarpeted floors, clear all junk out of the living room and give it all a thorough cleaning, and load donation boxes into my van. BUT....and isn’t there always a but?...Someone insisted that today will be the last decent golf day of the year. OK, so I did my wifely duty and played golf with the old man. He takes great delight in harassing me on the golf course.
Someone and I went over some playing-with-me basic rules while changing shoes and getting ourselves situated to play. He is not ever supposed to say, “Hit you another one”,” lay you one out”, or anything else that sounds like he’s trying to tell me what to do. JEEZ, don’t tell me what to do – ever!! Obviously Someone has never read Harvey Penick’s Little Red Book. It’s a two-stroke penalty to give unsolicited advice on the golf course. He forces me to levy the penalty on him all the time (not really, I don’t keep his score or mine. I just tell him he needs to add 2 and shut his mouth).
|Don't tell me what to do!|
I declared my accomplishment to my non-golfing daughters on the way home. This was the conversation: