Golfing in the Rain
I was planning to go golfing with a buddy from school yesterday. We were going to leave from the school at 8 a.m. It wasn't raining at 8 a.m. About that time, I got a message from him and upon returning his call I discovered that the golf course didn't open until 9. No problem. Some time to study. But sometime between 8 and 9 it began to rain.
I will admit, at this point, that my optimism (or stupidity, as it turns out, not to confuse the two because they are not necessarily congruent) did not serve me well. I had unwisely decided to wear a windbreaker instead of a raincoat, reasoning that I needed something lighter so I could swing better and it might not rain and even if it did it could do the trick of keeping me more or less dry. Wrong, on all counts.
The ineffectiveness of my swing is hopelessly disentangled from my choice of outerwear. It was a downpour. The windbreaker couldn't have kept a mouse dry.
By 9 it was raining and it didn't let up the whole time we were out there, which was actually only for an hour or less. We'd step into the rain and swing quickly, then either scamper to a tree or just resign ourselves to our fate. The guy I played with really thought we should switch jackets because he had a rubber one that could keep the water out. He said it was because he was local and could change his clothes, while I had no such luxury.
My pants were wet for a few hours, but soon dried. My feet didn't.
I'm not sick. I made a memory.
posted by Byran @ 2:02 AM
7 comments
7 Comments:
Hurrah for making memories!! I was getting flashbacks of trudging the streets of Warsaw in the rain. :-)
Merry
I don't like to get wet! Not unless I'm planning on it. Rain always annoys me. You have to plan around it, you know, glasses or contacts, umbrella or mad dash. I HATE getting my glasses wet! Oh, but speaking of rain and wetness and glasses. I am so proud! My brother, who is the baby of the family, just turned 16. He has four olders sisters. (This guy is REALLY going to turn out ladies......) He always says he has five mothers. We always tell him that he's so blessed. Anyhow,he is becoming SUCH a gentleman. Like, the other night, I go out on the porch to leave for church. I didn't know it's raining until I get on the porch and then the fact becomes quite apparent. I'm standing on the edge of the porch debating, "do I take my glasses OFF and keep them dry?, do I try to hold my Bible over my head to save my hair?, do I......" I looked up to see my sweet little brother coming from the vehicle, umbrella in hand. "Oh precious!", I smile to myself. He graciously escorts me to the vehicle, and then returns to assist my sister as well. This is the part where you all say, "AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW". If he learns the art of being a gentleman NOW, he will only become more confident and more sure in that role as he gets older. That makes me happy! Chivalry is a lost art!
Ag
not in all places, Ag. my brother is a very nice gentleman too. not only that, he fixes my car for me. :)
Q
I tip my hat to your brother.
I love over-dramatic, not-even-necessary chivarly!
Ag
Ag, I'd say your brother is a rare thing. The guys I know (in general) would have sat in the car with the umbrella folded in their laps and watched me run! Of course, most of them didn't have 5 brothers, either!!
Lauren
I meant mothers...
That's too bad. Some guys say that it is girls fault because they always come across with a "I can do it myself" attitude and all that and while that may be true, I have always told my brother that it does not matter how girls act or conduct themselves, he should always treat them as a lady and respect them as such. He does very well.
Ag
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