Well, this has been a wasted workday. I log on to the computer only to find that I can't access my H drive, where all of my working documents are stored. I called the Help Desk and the IT guy created a ticket for my problem and said someone would be getting back with me. Well after lunch, I still hadn't heard from anyone, so I called the Help Desk to check on the status of my ticket. Apparently, the problem is widespread and will take a little while longer to fix. I hope I'll be able to work on something tomorrow.
We've been getting rain almost every day. Good for the garden ... good for the weeds.
Amy is finishing up finals for her summer classes. Looks like she's got a B in the data analysis class that she hated. Thank you, Lord, for small favors. Graduation is looking like it might actually happen, Amy thinks, by December 2009.
And to start my day, I popped THE button on my pants. Only the clip on my ID badge stood between my dignity and overexposure.
The news broke early this afternoon that Tiger Woods will miss the rest of the 2008 golf season to have another surgery on his knee and give time for the stress fractures on his tibia to heal. As much as I will miss watching the man play, I'm glad he's looking out for his long-term health and career. Not to mention keeping that knee in shape for bouncing his daughter, Sam. (I love the picture of him reaching for his daughter from his wife's arms after his win on Monday.)
Some of the articles and blogs I've read say this may well impact TV viewership and attendance at the other PGA events this year. That may be true to some extent, especially for the casual golf fans. But I can't imagine the die-hard golfers staying away just because Tiger won't be there. Golfers probably identify more with a guy like Rocco Mediate or Phil Mickelson, just because we love to see how they save themselves from errant shots. And as my husband Ken said when I told him the news, this gives lots of other guys the chance to win some big money this year.
Fellow blogger Mark Byron may be watching the 18-hole U.S. Open playoff between Tiger Woods and Rocco Mediate today. Like millions of other golf fans, I’ll be stuck in the office during the ESPN and NBC coverage of the event.
Maybe I should try the tactic of that guy in the one FedEx Cup commercial: “Um, my daughter is sick and I have to go pick her up” — from a guy dressed in full golf regalia, down to his glove and shoes.
Yeah, like that would work. Especially because everyone here knows that my only daughter is in college about 250 miles away.
And yes, I did play this weekend (18 on Saturday, 9 on Sunday). Thank you for asking.
When I wasn't actually playing golf last week, I was reading about it. Ken took the picture. He blames himself for my obsession. Like the heroin addict who gets his friends hooked, Ken introduced me to hte game. Now I want to play as much or more than he does. It's also like an addiction in that you are always trying to recreate that one fantastic moment, that "high" --- the great tee shot or putt, the birdie hole.
So it is a sure thing that we will play, sometime, somewhere, this weekend. And try to squeeze in a little of the U.S. Open while we are at it.
One of the main reasons Ken and I wanted to take this vacation was to play golf --- lots of golf. To play 18 holes every day, weather permitting. So far, weather has permitted and we have played four rounds.
The first two days were downers for me. Something was wrong with my swing, but the course isn't the place to fix things. And the more I hacked away, the worse the negative thoughts became. It got so bad, I'd stand behind the ball almost paralyzed, terrified I'd hit yet another lousy shot.
It just wasn't any fun to play.
So I did a couple of things to fix my game mechanically and mentally. First, I hit the driving range to work on a couple of things to get the ball into the air more consistently.
Then I put into practice two mental tricks to help me relax, focus on the present moment and have fun. The first sounds strange, but I picked it up from a David Leadbetter column in Golf Digest. He recommended opening your mouth at address and through your finish. This helps relax your neck and shoulders and reminds you to keep breathing. Odd, but it works.
The second is a "mantra" I picked up from Dr. Bob Rotella, a sports psychologist (again from a Golf Digest article). He said, "Play every shot until you run out of holes." It's sort of a golf variation on St. Paul: Putting aside what lies behind and pressing on to what lies ahead. Play in the present. Forget about your last shot, your last hole, forget what your score is. Focus on doing your best with the shot you're about to hit.
The result yesterday was my best round ever. Now, I'm not even an average golfer, but still I was delighted with my 142. I made par on one par 3 hole and bogeyed a par 4. What's more important, I had a lot of fun.
I realize that I have been neglecting the blog this month. Actually, I was surprised to see that it had been almost a month since I last posted.
I'm fine ... it's just been a busy month. I have taken on a few more projects at work. And we've been busy on the home front.
Amy was home for a couple of weekends, making sure I wasn't forgotten on Mother's Day. Then, of course, there were the NBA Playoffs to watch. But, then, I don't really want to talk about that.
We started putting in the garden the weekend before Memorial Day. We have a few vegetables and herbs. Put in some flowers on the holiday weekend.
And we've played golf, at least par 3, every weekend. We played every day over the holiday. We visited Red Oaks County Park's 9-hole course twice. Ken calls it a par 3 1/2. There are four par-4 holes and five par-3s. Actually I did pretty well that weekend.
This week we are up at Lost Lake Woods Club, mostly playing golf, but also hanging out with Ken's brother and sister and their spouses. We've played 18 for the past 3 days and expect to play every day that it doesn't rain. I really struggled the first two days, but yesterday was better. We'll see how the rest of the week goes.
And I will try to be better about keeping you updated.