Blog 4 of August

Bong.......that seems to be the sound I am hearing more and more of this summer.  Since the golf course has gone semi-private, there are more and more golf balls hitting the house.  Hmmm.  Seems to me I used to say "What idiot would want to live on a golf course?"  Guess I got the answer now!!!!  If you want to put a positive spin on it, at least we're not hearing a lot of "crash" from broken windows.  Does that make them bad golfers for hitting the house, or lucky golfers for not hitting the window?   The hits on the house used to be few and far between (or maybe they happened a lot and I was never home)  But when they'd hit the house, I'd just leave it.  Now I run outside and you'd be surprised how many people play "dumb" for actually hitting the house.  A ball hit the house this morning, I'm in my office in the basement.  The noise was so loud that I ran upstairs and outside.  Couldn't find the ball, so it must have hit so hard and bounced off the house and back into the golf course.  This gentleman comes tootling up in his purplish golf cart. He tells me the ball hit the "utility building" and I assure him it didn't, it hit the house, but doesn't seem to have done any damage.  He apologizes, I assure him, it's ok, we live on a golf course.  Then he tells me, we are in a really bad spot and we must get hit alot.  My turn,..... "Well, we never used to when it was private, but now there are a lot of bad golfers."  And, he leaves.  I must have forgot to turn on my filter button!!!! My bad.
  I think I mentioned we are heading to Seattle in October to see "Four Play" at the Jazz Alley.  So yesterday, I was on line checking out hotels.  Fast forward to this morning.  I'm doing my morning creep on Facebook and all these advertisements pop us with ads for hotels in Seattle - coincidence - I think not.  Hmmm, makes you think twice about who is watching and reading about you,.....
  On that note, I thought it would be a good time to post an old photo.

I put the same photo on Facebook.  Here's my description. First of all, it's hard to tell, but that yellowish tint around the edges, indicates, this is one of those old, three minute Polaroid pictures.  Here are three cousins, Fred, Darcy and myself. Fred and Darcy are brother and sister.  Growing up, these two cousins are probably who I spent most of my youth with.  Fred is one year younger than me and Darcy, well she was always the "tag along".  (sorry Darc, but you get the last laugh, because now you are younger than us "old folks)  This picture was taken at our house on 18th Avenue, so it had to be between 1972 and 1978, but my guess is closer to the earlier years.  I don't remember the couch, but I remember the curtain behind us.  This was in the living room, and that curtain covered these beautiful, old French doors.  But because the living room was so small, Mom closed and covered the doors so she would have more room for furniture.  There was another normal doorway on Fred's right hand side that led in the dining room, but was used as Mom and Dad's bedroom.  So if you wanted to watch TV at night, you had to enter through Mom and Dad's bedroom.
   I'm not sure what I was wearing in this picture (other than the obvious bubble gum mustache),but I think it might have been a long jean skirt, with the clashing red socks (not even red stockings/leotards)  and stark white sweatshirt.  Did I mention I was a bit of a tom boy?  When Patrick was little, he would make funny faces in pictures, and I would warn him that one day they would come back to haunt him.  I guess this is one of my haunting pictures.
  I love going through old photos.  Hopefully the next one I find might be a little more flattering of me.
Short week, off to a great start.
Stacey