End of the week wrap up

The end of my week brought redemption and adventure.

          I seem to have found a remedy for my abysmal throw-your-clubs-into-the-shrubbery golf game. Don’t play. I hadn’t swung a club in over two weeks, but I played a remarkably good (for me) game on Thursday.

The cure certainly wasn’t the company. Of the two women assigned me by my league, one was downright crabby. 

In fact, at the 5^th hole when we were in a Disneyesque scene with throaty bullfrogs calling from a nearby bog and fat groundhogs gamboling on the lawn,  she snapped “I should run them over with my cart.” Maybe she’s just a dedicated gardener who’d been invaded once too often.

I returned home to find a big truck in the driveway. Again.

We’d had three weeks of this with the roofers and our patience has been running thin. I was able to get my car in the garage, though, and when I looked at the back yard, I found the reason for our visitor.

 

 

 It wasn’t a roofer, but the landscaping company, and he’d scattered grass seed and straw to repair the damage the roofers and their gigantic siege-like bucket loader had done to the ground. 

 

Late in the afternoon yesterday we drove to a neighboring town to see Harrison Ford’s (all 80 year-olds should take inspiration from him) Dial of Destiny. Granted, it was the 5:15 showing, but this is what the theater looked like at 5:00 –

(I know, weird to have a counter in front of your seat, but it does come in handy.)

This theater has been around for years, but I sure hope their later shows are better attended. I can’t imagine how they stay in business. But it was delightful – only one other couple arrived and we watched the movie in blissful isolation. Oh, and the movie was pretty good, too.