Chareva left town on Friday to accompany our niece back to Los Angeles and then stay a few days to visit her California pals. She’ll return on Tuesday. This means I’ve been getting up 6:00 AM or so to feed the dogs and let them outside, water the garden, and make sure the chickens and the guinea fowl have food and water. Chareva isn’t the sneaky type, but I can’t help but wonder if she planned this trip to make sure I appreciate what she does in the morning while I’m still snoozing.
After two days of talking to no one except my two children, I was delighted when adults showed up yesterday in the form of Jimmy Moore and his wife Christine. They’re visiting until Friday, and so far I’ve actually been able to talk to Jimmy for a cumulative total of at least 15 minutes when my daughters aren’t busy pestering him. They seem to consider him the human equivalent of an amusement-park ride and have taken to calling him Uncle Jimmy.
I’ve been following Jimmy’s N=1 experiment with staying in nutritional ketosis on his blog, and I could tell as soon as I saw him that it’s a successful experiment so far. It’s only been about six weeks since I saw him on the cruise and he’s already noticeably leaner.
After Jimmy and Christine had a chance to tour the mini-farm and introduce themselves to the chickens and the guinea fowl, I introduced Jimmy to the joys of Frisbee golf. I believe I may have created a monster. By mid-afternoon, we’d already played 33 holes. It would have been 36, but a badly-needed rain drove us inside with three holes to go in our second round.
I knew Jimmy had become a fan of the game when the first sprinkles were landing on us and, perhaps unconsciously imitating Bill Murray’s character in Caddyshack, he suggested that the heavy stuff probably wouldn’t come down for awhile and we may as well continue. When we saw lightning strike nearby, we went inside. You don’t want to be the tallest object in a pasture when lightning strikes. When the rain stopped, we played another 18.
After playing dozens and dozens of rounds in the past several months, I’ve established a player’s par, an amateur’s par and a kid’s par (otherwise known as Sara’s par) on the course. Jimmy started getting the hang of the game a lot faster than I did, so after exactly one nine-hole round, he renounced his amateur status and insisted on playing as a player. This decision led to the well-deserved nickname (which he gave himself) of The Bogey Man. I would’ve been high-fiving myself if I’d been throwing bogeys my first day out. (I remember a few +5 holes I’d rather not think about. ) So given his quick progress, I should probably be relieved he’s leaving on Friday. He might be shooting birdies by then.
With out-of-town visitors, Chareva returning tomorrow, the Fourth of July, etc., I’ll be tied up this week. I’ll check comments, but probably won’t post again until Monday.
Happy Fourth of July, everyone.