Beware the Handsome Stranger
We have a stream beside our house...not a big stream - and it only
stretches from the culvert out on the street to the where it winds to
the back of our property ....initially the stream, was a ditch dug to
allow standing water in the ground in one half of our lot to run off.
It was supposed to connect with some proper drainage between the
properties behind us that runs into a lake several hundred yards
away...Problem was -equipment can't get into that part of our
property to make the connection because it's too wet....so
the ditch simply filled with water...when it rains the water flows over
the top of the end of the ditch and runs as surface water over the
natural lay of the land into the neighbouring drainage - but three
feet of water seems to remain - in the ditch. At first I allowed this
to confound me a little and dreamed up schemes to drain this
wetland...but the longer we lived beside the "creek" , and the more
frogs we were sereneded by in the spring, and the more ducks that
flew in for a visit and the more other creatures we were introduced
to - the more I've become attached to having our own little private
waterway. Several months ago I got the idea to introduce fish.
Off I went to the petstore to buy some "feeders" the fish they
sell to feed their carnivors. I also purchased a couple of
"pond" gold fish. Full of anticipation I let them all loose...and day
after day, night after night, I would walk along the water
hoping to catch a glimpse of our latest pets. I gave up thinking
any of them had actually survived the experiment weeks ago -
and then a couple of days ago, Charlene and I were out with the
dogs, Ceiladh the border collie and Jazz the Llasa Apso, and
what do I spy but a flicker of orange in the grasses bordering
the creek...Sure enough - healthy proof that life exists swimming
merrily along in the 120 feet or so of waterway beside the house.
I saw one other of the littler guys that same day - and today - well
the little showoff was in fine form, flitting back and forth, to and fro
in a ten foot stretch right beside the garden shed - the best viewing
perch...he's obviously not suffering from too little to eat...if he were
a child he'd be into his third or forth new pair of shoes having outgrown
those he wore home....makes me smile...
I predict - in some future Olympics we will have the pleasure of watching
a new sport...synchronized peeing. I had to laugh the other day -
Jazz - the aforementioned Llasa Apso - has pretty much taken to being
the all-weather shadow of her 8 year old sister, the border collie..
Our routine is now well documented. If I've been out - and the dogs have
been left on their own I come home and we all go outside to do our business.
I simply watch to try to minimize complaints from the neighbours - but
the two dogs emerge from the garage and walk in perfect tandem to their
appointed spot and with their backs to me - stop together - and squat
together. All the while Jazz keeps her eye on Ceiladh to make sure she
doesn't misstep. Doesn't take much to entertain some of us....but I must
say, part of the entertainment value is in the week or so since the pup
has had an "accident" in the house. Now if she could only distinguish between
the mornings when I have to get up for an early tee time and those when I
choose to languish until 6:00 or 6:30 we'd be all set.
Speaking of which - another weekend of mediocre golf has now slipped by -
but I have to say that today I learned to appreciate an apsect of the game
that I often neglect. I parred the first hole - bogied the next three, parred the
fifth and then rolled in a fifteen footer for birdie from above the hole on the
par five sixth hole. I've been struggling with my putting of late - so I got
tremendous satisfaction when that one dropped - in fact it wiped out the
ill-effects of the three earlier consecutive bogeys. On the next hole I blocked
my tee shot and found myself 190 yards out with a very narrow gap
to negotiate through trees between me and green. The only option I
could imagine to get home was to move the ball back in my stance and
"sting" a five wood...I missed a twenty foot birdie putt but had about
a four inch tap in par...The approach shot to the green was more satisfying
than the par itself...thinking it through - and executing it well - that's
what the game is all about. There were a couple of other shots of which I
was proud on the back nine - two birdies and an amazing par on 17 -
but I won't you bore you with the details...but golf is a wonderful game.
Which is something to which I have to attend right now. Golf Shop 07 -
23...the 23rd show if the current season - I have to begin working on it
now so I can record in the morning...after that - three more shows to do -
and then I start work on a new music CD that I hope to have complete
before Xmas...if you visit the music page, I hope to have some samples
finally up by the middle of October....
Oh by the way...as witness to the fact that I am no longer bitter about the
way he trashed me in match play this year...Congratulations to Don Matheson
of Oakfield who today, recorded his first ever hole in one on number three.
He hit a six iron and the ball reportedly touched nothing between his club and
the cup...Great story...if you see Don don't ask him what he did on hole
number four...he might have been a little excited....
Til next time - hittem long and hittem straight...
Bless.
Don
stretches from the culvert out on the street to the where it winds to
the back of our property ....initially the stream, was a ditch dug to
allow standing water in the ground in one half of our lot to run off.
It was supposed to connect with some proper drainage between the
properties behind us that runs into a lake several hundred yards
away...Problem was -equipment can't get into that part of our
property to make the connection because it's too wet....so
the ditch simply filled with water...when it rains the water flows over
the top of the end of the ditch and runs as surface water over the
natural lay of the land into the neighbouring drainage - but three
feet of water seems to remain - in the ditch. At first I allowed this
to confound me a little and dreamed up schemes to drain this
wetland...but the longer we lived beside the "creek" , and the more
frogs we were sereneded by in the spring, and the more ducks that
flew in for a visit and the more other creatures we were introduced
to - the more I've become attached to having our own little private
waterway. Several months ago I got the idea to introduce fish.
Off I went to the petstore to buy some "feeders" the fish they
sell to feed their carnivors. I also purchased a couple of
"pond" gold fish. Full of anticipation I let them all loose...and day
after day, night after night, I would walk along the water
hoping to catch a glimpse of our latest pets. I gave up thinking
any of them had actually survived the experiment weeks ago -
and then a couple of days ago, Charlene and I were out with the
dogs, Ceiladh the border collie and Jazz the Llasa Apso, and
what do I spy but a flicker of orange in the grasses bordering
the creek...Sure enough - healthy proof that life exists swimming
merrily along in the 120 feet or so of waterway beside the house.
I saw one other of the littler guys that same day - and today - well
the little showoff was in fine form, flitting back and forth, to and fro
in a ten foot stretch right beside the garden shed - the best viewing
perch...he's obviously not suffering from too little to eat...if he were
a child he'd be into his third or forth new pair of shoes having outgrown
those he wore home....makes me smile...
I predict - in some future Olympics we will have the pleasure of watching
a new sport...synchronized peeing. I had to laugh the other day -
Jazz - the aforementioned Llasa Apso - has pretty much taken to being
the all-weather shadow of her 8 year old sister, the border collie..
Our routine is now well documented. If I've been out - and the dogs have
been left on their own I come home and we all go outside to do our business.
I simply watch to try to minimize complaints from the neighbours - but
the two dogs emerge from the garage and walk in perfect tandem to their
appointed spot and with their backs to me - stop together - and squat
together. All the while Jazz keeps her eye on Ceiladh to make sure she
doesn't misstep. Doesn't take much to entertain some of us....but I must
say, part of the entertainment value is in the week or so since the pup
has had an "accident" in the house. Now if she could only distinguish between
the mornings when I have to get up for an early tee time and those when I
choose to languish until 6:00 or 6:30 we'd be all set.
Speaking of which - another weekend of mediocre golf has now slipped by -
but I have to say that today I learned to appreciate an apsect of the game
that I often neglect. I parred the first hole - bogied the next three, parred the
fifth and then rolled in a fifteen footer for birdie from above the hole on the
par five sixth hole. I've been struggling with my putting of late - so I got
tremendous satisfaction when that one dropped - in fact it wiped out the
ill-effects of the three earlier consecutive bogeys. On the next hole I blocked
my tee shot and found myself 190 yards out with a very narrow gap
to negotiate through trees between me and green. The only option I
could imagine to get home was to move the ball back in my stance and
"sting" a five wood...I missed a twenty foot birdie putt but had about
a four inch tap in par...The approach shot to the green was more satisfying
than the par itself...thinking it through - and executing it well - that's
what the game is all about. There were a couple of other shots of which I
was proud on the back nine - two birdies and an amazing par on 17 -
but I won't you bore you with the details...but golf is a wonderful game.
Which is something to which I have to attend right now. Golf Shop 07 -
23...the 23rd show if the current season - I have to begin working on it
now so I can record in the morning...after that - three more shows to do -
and then I start work on a new music CD that I hope to have complete
before Xmas...if you visit the music page, I hope to have some samples
finally up by the middle of October....
Oh by the way...as witness to the fact that I am no longer bitter about the
way he trashed me in match play this year...Congratulations to Don Matheson
of Oakfield who today, recorded his first ever hole in one on number three.
He hit a six iron and the ball reportedly touched nothing between his club and
the cup...Great story...if you see Don don't ask him what he did on hole
number four...he might have been a little excited....
Til next time - hittem long and hittem straight...
Bless.
Don
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