With Canada Day following on a Wednesday, Nat’s usual golf game was cancelled. For some reason or other, I fail to understand how a golf and soccer club could find an excuse not to golf! Knowing a few of these members like I do, I’m thinking it wasn’t necessarily up to “them”! Needless to say the wee hubby was a bit put out Wednesday afternoon, but we managed to while away the hours somehow. It was so exciting I’ve completely forgotten what we actually did!
Nat and the rest of his foursome still managed to get in a golf game, albeit on a day when I had something booked, but I encouraged him to go and I would postpone my appointment by an hour. This was going to be my first visit as a ‘volunteer visitor’ for a disabled person, so I gave her a call and she was very understanding.
Nat’s game had a bad start – some of his foursome were late – so he ended up just playing 14 holes in order to get home in time for me to have the van. He still had a great game and really liked the new 3 Wood he purchased recently. “Worked great”, he said. “I had a few great shots”. May the “good shots” continue, dear!!
After my volunteer visit, I had a couple of items at the drug store to pick up and I swung by the store on my way home. I was anxious to get a hair product recommended by Claudia and Darby. I’ve admired Claudia’s hair-doo for sometime and was hoping to try something similar. Upon finding the product – “a little blue jar”, says Darby – I naturally wanted to read the instructions and usage. “A little blue jar” was right. I turned that thing every which way but loose in order to try and read the labelling. I put it under the direct light in the cosmetics department; I turned it sideways; I turned it towards the front window and even wandered to different parts of the store. A nice young clerk (and the emphasis is on ‘young’) saw what was going on and asked if she could help. “I admit defeat”, I said. “Even with my glasses I can’t read a darn thing”. She gave a polite laugh and admitted that with the colouring of the jar it was difficult and that the print was very small! No kidding!! She promptly read the label to me and said it was a good product, so with that I was off to the check-out counter. Vindication was mine when the clerk cashing me out couldn’t scan the item and had a difficult time reading the bar coding!!
I’m going to have to finally admit to myself that I’m not the young thing I think I am; that I can’t do the things I think I can and that my body is now going to rule instead of my brain!! This could get ugly!!!