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After our very busy weekend filming, we thought that Monday would be relaxed. WRONG! We had a big backlog of admin tasks to take care of, some physical therapy, and a game of golf. The best part of the morning was our separate massage appointments with our friend Flo Tejeras at Therapeutic Touch. Suzanne had been suffering pain in her hip from running too much, and my lower back needs periodic massage to keep it loose. We both felt much better after our massage sessions; it may seem like a luxury, but massage really is therapeutic. (Thanks to Flo also for identifying the yellow and gold flower from my blog a few days ago as a canna lily, a beautiful plant that is also harvested for its starch, which is used in some noodles in southeast Asia and in tortillas).
In the afternoon, I played golf (some may dispute that, saying that what I played was not really golf) at Bonifay, a new country club here in The Villages. My partners were Joseph and Trevor, who is visiting from Northern Ireland. Here is one of Joseph’s nice tee shots.
Since I only played twice last year, and hadn’t touched a golf club since April, I knew that I was doomed. My personal philosophy about golf has two principles: (1) go practice for two hours before your tee time; (2) drink at least one (preferably two) beers just before walking onto the first tee. I followed both these principles, and (2) appeared to be helping more than (1). I did okay on the first three holes and then snatched defeat from the jaws of victory, doubling my score on each hole. Sigh… but it was a pleasure watching Joseph and Trevor play; both are excellent golfers.
Trevor was having some problems with his GPS-based course computer. It kept telling him he was 964 yards from the flag (maybe I shouldn’t have dropped it into the cooler while he was practicing his putting…)
While walking the puppies in t-o-w-n, I thought, “Gee, I haven’t bought Suzanne a birthday, anniversary, or Christmas present in about 15 years… maybe I should find some cheap earrings for her.” But one of her angels sat on my shoulder for a few minutes and whispered in my ear, “Hey, Dude, get her something she’ll remember for more than a week.” Just then I looked up, and there it was… “A Vision”… an “arrest-me red” Corvette convertible. I heard this plaintive voice coming from beneath the hood, saying, “Help, I need Suzanne to be my new loving owner.” (Well, what’s a guy to do except to follow divine guidance?)
To make a long story short, after a couple of phone calls and a test drive, we traded a big bag of quarters and dimes for the car’s paperwork. Our first stop was to see Suzanne’s dear friend Elizabeth, who has her own silver Corvette. (I see trouble brewing… these gals may be planning a fast run down to Miami together to party this weekend…)
On the way to the Tax Man’s office, we came up to a guy on a Harley who matched our speed and turned his arm to reveal a big “CORVETTE” tattoo, and then he gave Suzanne a big “thumbs up”.
Here is My Lovely Bride in her new ‘Vette in front of the house. (I really got it for her because it matches the colors of the US and Marine Corps flags much better than her old silver car). Is this One Happy Mediumor what?
Just after we took this photo, our neighbor John (last name redacted) drove by and said to Suzanne, “Is that YOURS? I LOVE you! Get a divorce and we’ll run off!” “Sorry, John, she’s already taken…”