On Tue, 01 Jul 2003 16:39:15 -0400 Karen Rhodes
 writes:
> At 02:26 PM 7/1/2003 -0500, Gumbie Tygress wrote:
> 
> >(otw, the gathering of the clan was a success -- though we shall 
> simply
> >not discuss the pathetic nature of my golfball whacking (I hesitate 
> to
> >call it a game -
> 
> Oh, so you don't play golf, you play flog!  

oooh, I'll have to remember that one....

> Veloci--I don't do it at all--raptor

Well, look at it this way -- we were out on a LOVELY pair of days, on a
kicker of a course, with people we enjoy (who don't play THAT much better
than we do). And a couple hits actually looked like we'd hefted clubs
before. [That's the thing of golf, right when you're ready to take the
cart off the cliff, you hit a proper stroke. And Reid had some QUALITY
time with his Uncle Ken playing a few holes, too...]
Not only that, saw the most GORGEOUS little gopher snake -- buff with
black, black markings, AND a "racer" (long brown-grey snake) who was
actually eating a mouse. And could that fellow -- about a meter long --
MOVE, even with his mouth full of rodent..... And rabbits, and wild
flowers (whose names I mostly even know these days) and.... 
Sure beats sitting in traffic, my oh so wise cousins & brother remarked
(more than once).

more fun!


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