I Won At Golf!

It's Sunday and I get to play golf again! I don't say that lightly since I missed 2 of the last 3 Sundays. And the one time I got to play it was with Scott only. I hadn't played with Chris and Greg in 3 weeks at least, which seemed weird. So without Johnnie this morning I was not going to miss playing. I made the reservations at Roosevelt and even though I knew full well when I got there, I almost blew holding myself to a positive state trying to blast by every red light and slowpoke on the road to get there on time. As it was I did manage to get there before the tee time and it was not busy out there at all. A bit slow, but still much better than Penmar. My rust from not having played showed up immediately. I hadn't lost a golf ball in 2 months. I lost my green Chaos boll on the first shot on the first tee, sending it clear out of bounds. Fortunately I recovered with a massive 170+ yard blast right to the green, which would turn out to be the first of many great shots I would end up making today. I got a par on that first hole too, and when I tied even on a bad 2nd hole, I would walk off tied 2-2-2 after the first 3 holes. I tied Hole 4 with another 4, shocking Scott and Greg when I made a long putt to get it. And then I won Hole 5 outright with ANOTHER great putt. I found a rhythm simply by focusing on the feeling of feeling great when I made the putt. I didn't visualize it going in or anything. I just focused on feeling great after the shot. And wouldn't you know THAT would be the formula for today's game. I kept making shot after shot even on the fairway. On hole 8 even as I mucked up my first shot, it richocheted to the fairway and I then hit my fairway wood right past the obstacles right on the nice part of the fairway. I would miss my putt to still get a 7, but by tying for the win on the hole, I won the match! I finished off with a nice par on the last hole, hitting my tee shot right on the green, only missing a tie when Greg would make a birdie putt. I didn't care. I had won the match! How rare is that! How cool is that!

And so I won and still got home by 11:30. Lisa had alerted me yesterday that she was planning on playing soccer today at 3 PM, and asked if I could watch Johnnie then. Of course I said ok. As long as I didn't have to help move Lisa back in the house I'm good! I rewarded myself with lunch at Crimson after that scintillating win this morning, and anchored on how the drive felt going home. Needless to say it felt really really good. Instead of taking a nap at lunch though, I caught up on my journal. I was about 4 days behind and by the time I finished Friday's entry it was already time to go to Lisa's. Johnnie was still in his pajamas when I got there. Hey, all that meant was that they never left the house. Finally there was furniture in there. And honestly, to me it felt like that day we moved in. Only this time there was no Arnel stuff in there. All Lisa stuff. And so it felt like a totally new house to me. It felt like just Lisa's house. And rightfully so. Maybe this was some sort of emotional purging for Lisa as well. If that is the case, then it's a good thing. I played wrestling with Johnnie while Lisa was gone. And of course a half hour of that Magic School Bus haunted house episode which is Johnnie's favorite (the one on sound). And finally I even got some sight words in, using his old alphabet stack but this time, making him read the words while blocking out the pictures. Look at the pic of him making me play with his toy conch. I even made him udon and heated him up a slice of pizza, knowing full well he couldn't have possibly have eaten what he would normally eat if he was at my apartment. He kind of shuts down that way when he is with Lisa doesn't he? But I didn't care. He was at Lisa's house again and he seemed happy. And I got to play with him again and we were both happy. All I wanted was that hour-and-a-half this afternoon. That was plenty sufficient. And then I left mommy and son and went on home to prepare for the week. After all, vacation is over for me and I get to back to work tomorrow. Yay. I mulled cleaning up the house but really all I had was energy left to pick up dinner, which was shrimp pad thai and pineapple fried rice from House of Thai taste. Hadn't had Thai food in more than a month! I didn't even bother to do some ironing. Heck I didn't even get to 11,000 steps. I stopped at 10,250. Spent the rest of the evening binge watching Raising Dion on Netflix. A series about a single mom raising her child who just happened to have these special powers...telekinesis, teleportation. Something about this particular series that kind of made me reflect on Johnnie. He doesn't have telekinesis or teleportation powers. But to me he's a special kid anyway. I hope he got to bed early tonight since he has school tomorrow. I gave him a silent goodnight in my mind like we do when we go to sleep. "Universe, we say, I don't have to have any dreams tonight. But if I do get them, please make them be happy." I thought to myself how having Johnnie for the entire week further reinforces my desire to not have to go to work anymore and create an income stream for myself in order to make that happen. At least that was what this past week felt like. Something to work on. So let's make it happen.