In the delightfully
casual golf league I belong to in Florida, members routinely take do-overs,
move their balls with abandon, only count swings that actually connect with the
ball, or, like Betty – one of my favorites there – don’t even keep score at all.
And everyone is just fine with that.
Never mind the last post - now that we’ve settled in, life has speeded up a little and feels a bit less aimless than in Florida, where life is simpler and
household tasks are no more taxing than taking out the trash or driving through
the car wash.