Of Old Gray Mares and are they still what they usedta be?
At present, grease is the word. No, that ain't it. Well, Frankie Valli sang it, but he don't tour no more.
Weather is today's word. As in yuck "Major coast-to-coast storm system bringing heavy rain, mountain snow, and strong winds, with threats of severe thunderstorms and flooding in the South/Mid-Atlantic, significant Pacific NW atmospheric river impacts and cold air, snow in the Northern Plains and Midwest, all, while the Southwest enjoys unseasonably warm weather."
At 6:30am this morning, KC weather lady said "Presently, 63 mph winds in Lawrence, KS, heading our (KC) way." I thought I smelled something. JK Schwabby. Fitty degrees now, 40-45 mph North winds this afternoon - projected to send temps into the 20's.....
Happy 100th to Rob Petrie, Dr. Mark Sloan, cheerful cockney chimney sweep Bert. You are our proud male version of Betty White. Amazing, energizer, still going.
Keith ain't. At least this go round. Keith Richards, YES, that Keith Richards, firmly ingrained as "he'll outlast us all" has decided this time, due to arthritis, he can't keep up with the rigors of a four month Rolling Stones Stadium Tour. Tour cancelled. Godspeed Sir, we loveya and we hope you're back in a Jumpin' Jack Flash.
Yesterday. Unseasonably nice here in the Midwest. Big, back deck at local golf course. Twenty or so, a fitty fitty gathering of gray mares, stallions (probably some geldings mixed in, for sure no studs)... Most, the vast majority, Medicare age... All, of the age the tee shots get shorter, the stories get longer.
The mares, after a brief foray to the parking lot for a shot of some kind of apple moonshine, returned to their chairs on the deck, and voiced kinda sorta formal protest to 'male dribbling' in the unisex facilities at the course. There was no denial in that happening, "we get your point, we'll work on ours" Change the subject please.
"It's all the Democrats fault." Aye yai yai, Everyone, both sides I think, feel as if we've been in a yearlong hot dog eating contest, we just finished, sat... someone came around with a tray of juicy BallPark franks. Ahm, thanks, no thanks. (Change the subject please!)
Some stallion hollered "How bout those Chiefs?" Usually works, but, met with groans. "Hell, we might as well talk politics, or dripping."
Mahomes Mahomes on the range (there was a whisper he possibly had an infection from his surgery) then led to war stories - of hips and knees.... TEETH, of all things. A former surgical nurse said "It's all about your teeth, if you've got rotten teeth, you are more susceptible to infection..." It's twue, it's reawy twue one chap nodded... "They made me cancel my dental appointment right after.." A done-had-two-hips-replaced dude agreed, "They kept me on antibiotics for two years. I was deathly afraid of going to the dentist."
Somehow, mighta had something to do with the dribbling talk earlier - there was two factions of retired Auto Workers (one side, Chevy, the other, Ford) and they winged stories about the grossest thing they saw in the stallion's work restrooms... "Yuck, let's go back to Politics" one mare shouted.
Much like the churning of the political hot dog bellies of all of us, there was discourse all around.... Ford vs Chevy... 'You guys shut the line down because that crap don't sell"... "Say what you want, I'm ok sitting at home for 85% of my pay... Seltzer, vs, Beer, vs. a shot of Jack... innies outties (guessing here).... Dribblers who come up short, squatters who always leave the lid down.
We ain't what we usedta be, 99% of our putts come up short (dribblers, squatters alike).. 100% windy, all, a tad infected.. but, fun was had.. and will be again, with the Good Lord's Blessing.
Fore sure.
Love, Victurd
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