Woke up from a two hour nap. Two hours? Yeahhh....
Sat on the sofa and watched Woody Austin try to beat Tiger Woods -- he didn't. I'd never heard of Woody Austin. (There are 5,880 videos of Tiger Woods on YouTube. Woody Austin has 5.) But, even though he didn't beat Tiger, he played so well he qualified for the President's Cup team coached by his hero, Jack Nicklaus. In a million years, he never thought he'd play on that team. I love that.
Sometimes while I was watching Tiger and the others on TV, I was swinging a golf club (slowly) in the living room. Brenda said I was like a kid -- watching the big boys and pretending. I like that. A 56-year old kid, learning something new. I started learning to play golf last year. It's supposed to be so I can spend time with my sons-in-law and my brother and the grandboys. But I'm kind of liking it just for itself.
Brenda tried to brush the snarls out of Delly's fur -- we picked a mini schnauzer because they don't shed, but that means they need haircuts. Delly needs one bad. It's emabarrassing to take her in when it's this long, plus I'm afraid the groomers might think we don't care, which could subtly influence how they treat her. So I lay her on her back and snip some of the little knots out of her fur with scissors. She likes that -- she lays there with her eyes rolling back in her head. It reminds me of the baboons you see on Discovery Channel when they pick bugs off each other and seem to just enjoy the attention. I think she looks OK now.
Brenda set a plate of grapes on the table by the sofa for me. Later, she brought more grapes and some crackers with chicken salad. She made the chicken salad because we bought frozen chicken at Costco Saturday, then stopped for lunch and went to Wal-Mart. Then we remembered the frozen chicken in the back of a hot car, so we rushed it up to get home. It was already thawing, and she was afraid to refreeze it -- you can't do that, right? So she cooked it and is making chicken salad and some other stuff. I'll bet if I only ate what she made I'd lose 20 pounds and live to be 100. When she cooks and puts grapes in front of me, she's saying I love you.
We ate dinner -- a great chicken casserole thing left over from last night (lots of chicken is coming up in the next few days). It don't know what was in it, I just know it was good. Then I turned the TV back on (I can't stand it being on when I'm eating) for the end of the golf thing, and did you know I could still rewind the DVR (we have DISH) and see what was on while we were eating? While the TV was off? I never set it to record, but I guess as long as you don't change the channel, it continues to buffer. So I got to see Tiger signing his scorecard, with his wife and new baby in the background in the room. That had to be her mom (Tiger's mother-in-law) in there, too. You can feel a mom connecting with her new grandchild, even all the way from Oklahoma, thru the TV.
Even though it was still light, I took Delly for her evening walk. I hate walking her while it's still light -- too many other people and dogs out to distract her from her bidness. And, yup, that's what it was. At one point, a yippy (very well groomed) white dog (OK, I just spent 5 minutes online trying to find the breed -- I still don't have a clue) came ruunning across the street to play with Delly, and of course she freaked and squealed like she was being attacked, like she always does. The lady came over and got her dog and said she was sorry. I was thinking, you really need to keep your dog on a leash, but what came out of my mouth was, that's OK. I felt better when I said that's OK -- saying it was OK changed how I felt. After I said it, it really was OK. I've noticed that before -- if I feel bad, but then behave on the outside as if I feel good, I immediately feel better.
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