121. One hundred- twenty one. That was my score!

Unfortunately, I was not playing basketball. And no, I was not bowling either. Yes, I was golfing, an activity that I love but have not really had the opportunity to enjoy frequently in my time in Los Angeles (where the most inexpensive greens fees are around $35, compared with $9 we spent here today). Anyway, I did hit a fair number of shots that I was happy with, however most of them were more than accounted for by the poor shots that immediately followed.

Anyway, I did have fun and it was nice to spend some outdoor time on the links with my Dad and my sister (who is also visiting the North-east for a non-mutual friend’s wedding).

I must say that adjusting to the concept of “visiting home” is an interesting one, one that I’m continually feeling out. There is no wife yet. There certainly aren’t any grandkids for anyone to ogle over. So it’s pretty much just me, my lonesome self, visiting home and spending some quality time with my parents. And yet there’s so much that’s different from when I visited them in college, or even for extended periods during summer break in high school. Oh well. I guess it’s simply new territory being forged all the time! In the meantime, I’m simply enjoying getting to spend the time with them, because at 3000 miles apart (and 3 time zones), it doesn’t happen often! :)

Ironically, in the background the random song that played was The Rolling Stones’ Please Go Home, off of the amazing Flowers album. You can listen here:

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Well, I’m definitely not ready to go home quite yet.