I am a golf widow! I am not only a golf widow, but I am THE golf widow! My husband lives and breathes the sport. Now he is mindful of the family and has limited his actual play to only once or twice a week(compared to some of his cronies that are out 3-4 times a week, but hey, these are retired guys!) Did I say what my husband does? He is a firefighter. When he is at work, and a fire comes in, no one in the world works harder than these guys, but they do have an awesome schedule that does allow them some great time off. With his time off, he likes to fill his time with golf. He is mindful of the family schedule though, and does play weekdays, (cheaper rates, less crowded), and it allows time with the family when we are home on weekends.
Now how exactly did we get to this point I ask myself? Then I have to remember back to yesteryear, when he was 22 and needed a job, it was I, not he, that recommended he apply for a job as an assistant at a golf club where a friend of my folks was the professional. What was I thinking? Tom had started to play golf, but was very new to the game, but it was a simple little hobby, this put him in the grip of its spell. Tom worked as an assistant and eventually got his PGA card as a full blooded club professional, not a tiny feat. Now I digress, but I wanted to give you a history of what started out his passion.
Tom not only loved to play golf, but he loved to watch it as well. He became such a conosseur of golf television, that he began to tape tournaments. First the majors, then any little tournament that was on television. At one time, we had VHS tapes lining the top of our walk in closet double rows stacked, that he would watch late at night, possibly up with a small child. This was something that ultimately became a source of friction for us. I hated watching them the first time around, let alone having to watch them again! I like fast moving sports, like soccer or football! Something exciting! For years, golf was a sense of strife with us, possibly because I didn't like all the attention it got, that I didn't get. Or that I felt that it took away from our family life. But as we have grown older I have come to peace with it.
How have I done this you may ask? Well he goes early now, when I am at work, so I don't feel like I am missing out on his time so much. Plus, the weekends is not only a time to have fun from the long work week, but also a time to rejuvenate for the week ahead. Our Sunday is filled with church, usually a lunch out, sometimes with friends, and then a quiet afternoon(many times watching golf, which seems to have the longest season of all the sports combined), but I have discovered a secret weapon. Now that I am older, and doing so much more it seems with work, I need a nap. So put on a golf tournament, and we will both be happy. Plus for Christmas, I was given the most wonderful gift, a heated throw blanket, I call it my magic blanket, because my dog, who has very little fur on his underbelly thinks it is the bomb, is on it instantly. So put on a golf tournament, give me my magic blanket, and I am out!
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