Today me, my dad and Sara went to the driving range and hit some balls. I used to golf quite frequently. At one point I was playing 9 holes 3-4 times a week in the afternoons, but I haven't done anything since my surgery. You could tell by the look of my golf bag. Nevertheless we had been talking about going out and hitting some balls some time. Sara's been taking golf lessons and my dad just needed to get out of the house. I hit less balls than they did because I wasn't sure how my back would be. Turns out it be sore. I took a 1/2 a muscle relaxer when I got home and I fully expect to take a pain pill once I get into bed. I guess I'm ok. I'm not in horrible awful terrible pain, but I'm not sure golfing is something that I'm going to be able to do and then do something else. Golfing may be an end of the day activity. Or the last activity I do before I lay on the heating pad for the rest of the evening. I guess I'll know more tomorrow. The best part about golf is beer and turns out they have $1 drafts at the golf club house. I told Sara we should consider just going there to drink. $1 drafts. I haven't had beer that cheap since I was in France at the chemist bar underneath the chemists' lab.
Clark stayed outside this afternoon for about three hours. He ran up to the gate when I got home and everything. I tell you, if it weren't for his skeleton look you'd never even know that a week ago that guy was skirting death. Very happy about that!
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| "I swear I can fit." |
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| Guard dogs |
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| Sara and my dad |
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