Sunday Golf

So it's off to Roosevelt Golf Course this morning and for the first time in a few weeks, the regular foursome is assembled. Another chance to get out of my head and allow myself to have a good game. For some reason I get the yips at Roosevelt now more so than I do any other course. I have more bad holes here than anything. But also for some reason I do well on the first hole. And the pattern is that I discombobulate after that. That is the program I need to undo and delete today. And just to cut right to the chase I didn't get it done. The first hole went right as predicted. Nice tee shot. On the fringe on the 2nd shot. 10 foot putt for par. Which I missed. Sigh. That would end up being my best chance at par for the entire day which says it all. Because I proceed to completely botch up the next hole and whiff at least 3 times just on the fairway. On the short hole 3, I didn't swing my iron well and ended up pulling it way left and then i was allowed to do mulligan and tie the hole for the win. Which would be my only sniff of winning a hole today. That's how bad it went. A nice first 2 shots on Hole 4, was followed by 3 bad putts to end up with a 6. And an awesome prodigious tee shot on Hole 5, which would be my best shot of the day was followed yet again by 2 straight whiffs on the fairway. Why did I whiff so much? I simply couldn't get a rhythm and I did not do enough to (a) overcome the negative programming (b) relax and slow my swing down and focus on the ball strike. I'm going to stop describing the rest of the holes because frankly they all looked alike. Decent first shot, awful shot from the fairway, didn't putt well. Work to do. I still need to focus on the moment of contact and making sure I'm in the right state instead of letting the anxiety of the moment take over, which it did way too much today. I never could get into a rhythm all morning. Sigh. Oh well. At least it was a nice day out. A warm day even. And at least I buried myself in my IN-N-Out burger on the way home and I watched myself get impatient getting stuck on LaBrea just to get to the freeway. 

At least I had a nice, clean apartment to come home to. Just about the only consolation I had after having such a shitty game. Maybe it was that Chris was there? Nah, that excuse is weak AND lame. I tried to take a nap after lunch and I actually discovered some nice binaural beats that got me to relax some. And pretty soon I realized it was 3 PM. Time to head on over to Lisa's to wash my dirty rags and feed her family pets. That would be Jack and Jill the turtles of course. Look at the pic I took of them. They have gotten much bigger since I last lived here and they were basically babies. And then of course there is the gecko. Lisa and Johnnie sure spend a lot of energy and money feeding this thing. I mean I have to coat the crickets with calcium? REally? I have to take the damn thing's poop out too? It's a gecko for crying out loud. I must say though i did get a kick out of watching the thing spot the calcium covered crickets and eat them * see pic * Anyway I promised I'd feed the thing and I promised I would do it Lisa's over particular way. Anyway it was mission accomplished, got my rags washed too and I was in and out of there in about a half hour. Like yesterday I had no intention of spending any time there more than I have to and I wanted to be out before it got dark anyway. I went home and ate the rest of the turkey I bought yesterday. I made green beans and onions too. And so I had a proper sort-of Thanksgiving turkey dinner with stuffing and the green beans and even cranberry sauce. And after I ate I realized I was tired. The weekend was winding down and I concluded the evening with the midseason finale of FEAR THE WALKING DEAD. The story of Morgan and his friends against Virginia which is the female version of Negan but perhaps not as vile. Just as ruthless but not as bloodthirsty. Maybe. I always need something to watch on a Sunday night don't I? But tonight I actually found a YouTube video with a binaural track that actually had an effect almost immediately. As in it calmed me down and got me to get out of my head. THAT is the key you know. So much so I allowed myself to indulge in some more Chuck episodes until almost 1 AM. I figured I could use the binaural beats to get me to sleep quickly. And guess what? It worked! And so it was that the weekend was all about cleaning the apartment before next week's Thanksgiving week. And taking care of the gecko at Lisa's house. Mission accomplished. Now comes the short Thanksgiving week...