Life From The Front Tees

I woke up this morning with one last leg to complete The Great RV Move Adventure of 2020.  I had arrived last night in a downpour and the fact that I was in Florida hadn't really sunk in.   A few miles on the freeway fixed that.

It's the billboards..... loads of 'em

- Florida Welcome Center featuring a 14 Foot Alligator

- Florida Welcome Center featuring Baby Alligators

- The Big Daddy Don Garlits Drag Racing Museum

'Does anybody really know what time it is ?" - Chicago

It took me two days and two states to realize I changed time zones.

I'm pretty sure that's a good thing.

Parked by the Clark Fork in Montana, the countdown timer on Joe's Sunday night on-line poker game said I showed up an hour early.  Huh, Montana must be mountain time.  Then, I checked.  Idaho was too !  Guess I slept through that one....twice.

The grand tour has been progressing slower than expected but the beauty is, that's just fine.

I like to travel.  I like to golf.

For years, I've kept a spreadsheet of all the courses I've played.  I save a scorecard from each course and those now fill four photo albums.  I was never a great golfer.  I'm no longer even a good golfer.  But I've played a lot of bad golf in a lot of cool places.  Collecting courses... it's my thing.

A couple years ago, I found a new app called GolfPlayed.  It includes a worldwide directory of courses to keep track of where you've played and who you've played with.  I would be it's target market.

So, I loaded up the 390 or so courses I'd played and immediately jumped to 6th on the app's leaderboard. Since then, the GolfPlayed has attracted a lot of similar fanatics and I've dropped down the list significantly but I was 6th at the time.

In 7th, was the owner of the app, Andrew.  Now Andrew is a young strapping Bok, who played college golf in the states, spent a decade on the Sunshine Tour and even got a start in the British Open before giving up full time tour golf to jump into the app biz.  Judging from his posts he can shoot 67 in his sleep.

This may be my third or fourth mid-life crisis.

Let the chorus of “you’re too old to be mid-life” begin.   So, maybe it’s my first late-life crisis ?  OK, second ?  Whatever.

Regardless what one labels it, in my life, right now, these times are a changing.

The nest has been emptied of the kids, the wife, even the dog.... with all parties seemingly heading in a positive direction, excepting of course my bank account.  To no one's surprise, it ain't cheap emptying the nest.

After a couple month covid delay, the house is now in escrow.  The target date to launch life’s next great adventure is a fast approaching matter of weeks.  Soon, I'll be intentionally homeless for a while.