Saturday Night Fun

Hi All!

Okay - when did I suddenly get so old? It seems like only a few short days ago when Saturday nights were times to go out and have fun. Now, not so much!

Yesterday we spent most of the day waiting in our front yard for someone to stop at our very sad, pathetic excuse for a garage sale. We had a few little items out (including a big, stuffed snowman that freaks my husband out every time he sees it. I think that is because it is almost life sized and hubby thinks there is a person sitting there.) and hubby's old tires from his car (which are really brand new but not as nice as the ones he bought on eBay!) and, of course, the golf balls. You all know about the golf balls so . . . wait, you don't really know about the golf balls?

Well, when my speech therapist told me I should start walking to help with my breath support, I begged and pleaded with hubby to walk with me each day when he got home from work. He wasn't too happy about doing it. He did walk with me though. Then, he had a revelation. We live near a golf course and he really likes finding lost golf balls. Hubby cut a deal with me. He would walk if, at the conclusion of each walk, we could go hunting for golf balls. I naturally said yes - anything to get him walking - and the golf ball saga began.

We search the empty lots adjacent to the golf course for balls and even enter the course when the golfers are done to hunt around the little pond and in the roughs. This is actually a very good way to find golf balls. In fact, due to our walking now for over a year, we have HUNDREDS if not THOUSANDS of golf balls in our house! The entire guest room is being taken over - which presents a problem when we actually have guests!

Hubby diligently cleans each golf ball and sorts them according to type and condition. He and I created business cards and fliers for his new golf ball reselling business. Lately, he has actually been doing pretty well selling to friends and co-workers.

Anyway - back to the yard sale. The whole reason hubby wanted to put things out was to try to sell the golf balls. I have made a nice little sign for him to put out in the yard and he sets out his wares in a pseudo attractive way (he is a man, after all). Then we sit and wait and hope.

Actually, we didn't just sit and wait. We figured that since we were out front anyway we should trim some more shrubs. The battle with the shrubs continues! Both of us worked for about two hours and we managed to get three shrubs trimmed. Those darn shrubs! Now we only have four or five left to go.

Unfortunately, the shrub cutting was the most activity we saw all morning. People would drive slowly by our wares and then speed off into the distance. Hubby kept muttering under his breath that "It's all good!" but no one took the hint. We did sell a dozen balls to "two young kids who don't even play golf!' but that was about it. So - at 1:00 we hauled everything back into the house/garage and gave up. A nap seemed in order after the battle with the enemy shrubs and that led right to dinner.

After dinner . . . it was TV and a book. Where did the fun Saturday nights go? Oh - wait. That WAS the fun Saturday night!

Trisha