"Ted, it rained all night and it's still raining. Perhaps bowling should be the game of the day?" I inquired.
"What's your average, 250?"
"It's a lot like my golf, I don't usually keep score..."
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"This Thomas, how can I help you?"
"Thomas, my man, this is Mr. Hume with the 8:45 tee time. My group has decided to forgo golf for the day."
"A wise decision, Mr. Hume. We will see you another day."
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"Mike, if you want some training, today is a good day."
"How about 9 am?"
"I'll see you then," I said.
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I cranked up the car with the anti-lock brakes and the traction control and headed down the the freeway to bill a few hours and work the minor miracles. When I was done, the sun was shining and the course beckoned. It would have been empty and a few holes would have been possible. But I was tired and figured that I could sneak out to the range on the morrow.
For dinner we tried Tandoori chicken pizza. Barb found it a bit spicy. I was ok with it, but burning lips required some cold dessert to return them to normal.
More news tomorrow, I hope.
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