The holidays were very kind to me. Fun parties with good friends, including people I hadn’t seen in ages. Good times spent with my family. My parents have a new Bichon Frise cross puppy named Poppy. Her hobbies include chewing things, barking loudly and running around in mad circles for no reason at all. Thankfully she didn’t chew any of my Christmas presents (she was too busy ripping apart the carpet in the basement, I guess). I took her over to Tracy’s house where she and Tracy’s dog Molly had a grand old time chasing each other around.
I got golf clubs for Christmas, fulfilling one of my Christmas wish list items. They belonged to my grandpa, but he’s slowing down a bit in his old age so he thought I could make good use of them. I also got a gift certificate for a couple golf lessons from my parents. So yeah, basically the only thing that’s gonna be keeping me out of the PGA is my lack of a weird name. If you want to be a pro you have to have a name like Tiger Woods or Fred Funk or Fuzzy Zoeller. Maybe I could get my name changed. Zippy Barglesmith, that has a nice ring to it.
If you haven’t donated to the tsunami relief effort yet, go do that. It’ll make you feel good, even if you’re an emotionally distant nihilist like myself.