I think we've had our four weeks of winter here in South Texas. We're heading into spring.
Yesterday, by way of example, was a terrific day for golf. Temps in the mid 60s, bright sunshine, and the fairways were fast and dry. Some hardier souls were playing in shorts and tee shirts. I might have joined them except for the 20+mph wind.
Robins were everywhere. And no, Karyn, I don't think those red-breasted guys were headed south into Mexico. I think they were migrating back northward to herald spring to all you folks farther "up" the map.
So, my point is (there's a point here?) that Kirsten, when she recovers from her vacation trip to London (England, not Ontario) and the continent, might want to consider a golf vacation -- WITH dad, of course -- to someplace farther "down" the map. Before that nice, fluid, balanced golf swing atrophies and she has to start all over again when the robins finally make it up to Rochester.
When is that, normally? About mid-July?
Finally, I had quite a few comments (and an email or two) about my horrible pun in the previous post (a moray). I apologize to those of you who experienced nausea and/or pain, including, I might add, my wife Carol. I bow to those of you who laughed or applauded.
To the rest I say, "What's the matter? Didn't GET it?" (Ha!)