Down, up, WAY down.

So, I dug into my personal funds this past week for a couple rounds of golf. The first round, at Livingston's municipal course, tied my best 18 ever- 131 for 18 holes.

Thursday, I went to Wildwood Resort City's semi-private course. I got through seven holes before the course was closed for rain, and I was on my way to a pretty damn good round before the flooding ended it. (Good, for me, is two consecutive bogeys.)

Today I used my rain-check to go back and play a full 18. My first nine holes... were HORRIBLE. One of the worst nine holes I've hit in YEARS.

The back nine, on the other hand, was my best nine EVER- 56 for nine holes, with two consecutive bogeys, four holes in a row with five strokes and two putts, and four putts for par. (The shortest, mind you, was over thirty feet, but...)

Then I come home... and the first thing I hear is that Bobby, the three-legged cat who's been sick, will almost certainly have to be put down. He's still not eating or drinking on his own, and all signs point to kidney failure.

So... we're looking at a bill of over $500 all told, probably a lot more... and the cat, a sweet harmless cat who deserved better than he got, dies anyway.

Tomorrow we talk with the vet, get the bottom line, and probably say goodbye.

Today's golf is ruined by this news, and with Peter is the Wolf coming up next month I can't afford any more golf until most likely November.

Shit, shit, shit.

Down, up, WAY down.

So, I dug into my personal funds this past week for a couple rounds of golf. The first round, at Livingston's municipal course, tied my best 18 ever- 131 for 18 holes.

Thursday, I went to Wildwood Resort City's semi-private course. I got through seven holes before the course was closed for rain, and I was on my way to a pretty damn good round before the flooding ended it. (Good, for me, is two consecutive bogeys.)

Today I used my rain-check to go back and play a full 18. My first nine holes... were HORRIBLE. One of the worst nine holes I've hit in YEARS.

The back nine, on the other hand, was my best nine EVER- 56 for nine holes, with two consecutive bogeys, four holes in a row with five strokes and two putts, and four putts for par. (The shortest, mind you, was over thirty feet, but...)

Then I come home... and the first thing I hear is that Bobby, the three-legged cat who's been sick, will almost certainly have to be put down. He's still not eating or drinking on his own, and all signs point to kidney failure.

So... we're looking at a bill of over $500 all told, probably a lot more... and the cat, a sweet harmless cat who deserved better than he got, dies anyway.

Tomorrow we talk with the vet, get the bottom line, and probably say goodbye.

Today's golf is ruined by this news, and with Peter is the Wolf coming up next month I can't afford any more golf until most likely November.

Shit, shit, shit.