How about them apples.

Hi-I was writing you a really nice email telling you how happy I was to get your address ---the phone rang , I moved away from the computer and the letter disappeared. That makes me want to throw the computer in the Lake. I hope you can deal with this heat. I played golf yesterday @ Legacy Ridge in Bonham. It is a neat course---9 regular holes and 9 like in Scotland, a links course with a lot of high natural trash where you can get in a world of hurt if you don't think and play smart . Well I was in trouble on two holes--took a 12 on one and 9 on another. Other than that I did OK, except for 18 holes in blazing heat like being in satan's kitchen & heading for shade trees as often as possible----playing with an 82 year old that was a really nice person but slower than Molasses in winter--and climbing little hills that grew taller as the day wore on. Even at that I was only one stroke away from winning a golf ball that would have cost me only 50 bucks counting play day fees and contribution to gas fund of the gal who drove but all in all it was a fun day, (as Dad used to say "we don't talk about strokes on the golf course"). I haven't made it to any of the outside play days yet this year due to work schedule. Everyone (except for those I regularly beat on play day) was so happy to see me there and welcomed with hugs and how you doing--it's good to see you--we've missed you. Most of them think I'm pretty much a character because one time it started raining and we had to call the match. A few of us entertained the group--me being one of them--with my quirky, off color geriatrics jokes and a few stories about marriage and having children and how to survive both. It's 5 o'clock and I am still in my pj's. What a life. I rolled over today after the price is right and slept til almost 3. I am working 16 hour shifts Saturday and Sunday so I wanted to take it easy today. It just dawned on me that I should be writing a column for some news paper about how to survive the Golden Years(what!!!!). If you think so to let me know---I know Deb got a couple of chuckles out of it. My next letter I'll tell you about my dinner party and the great day I had playing golf with a retired Lt Col. Air Force who could shoot his age and we were paired with a young couple in their late forties (a four man scramble) who were wondering what they had done to deserve two old Dino's like us---but by the 7th hole when Clark said " I shot my age out here the other day" and the young couple said" WHAT!" "Yeah Clarke said I shot a 90--to which they replied" there's no way you can be 90" "Yeah I am, both my kids are on Social Security. I had made several putts and some chips that were truly brag worthy and Hi fivers--they both looked at me in unison and I said I'm probably the only Octogenarian you know with three time cards in her purse-----I'm 84.We won 4th out of about 20 teams and only 3 strokes off 1st place. How about them apples. LUV YA MOMXXOO