What's a Hen Weigh?

Up at 6:30am, I didn’t waste a single minute. I rushed through my exercise routine and then a walk with Ykraps. I was on the running trail sometime just after 7am. I ran three miles just as I often do on Sundays. I was back and in the shower in short order. I made an egg, cheese, and turkey sandwich for breakfast. I was ready by 8:15am and began loading my golf gear into the Trooper. While toiling with my golf gear, along came a familiar neighbor, although one I’d never formally met. He lives just cattycorner to us. He asked about the day’s golf then formally introduced himself. His name is Mike. He mentioned that he knew I worked for AT&T. I politely corrected his error as I introduced myself. He’s a liquor distributor and shared some of his big name clients. Seems like a good person to know. :) As Mike made his way to his home, along came Kenny right on time – 8:30am. We tossed his clubs in the Trooper and drove off. In hand, Kenny had hand-written directions to the golf course, Millcreek in Ostrander, the home of Ben Curtis. According to Kenny, it should take us only about 27 minutes to get there. We shot up I-270 to Rt 33 west towards Marysville. We took that to St route 42 north. From there we took what seemed like a labyrinth of turns until we arrived at Mill Creek. I phoned Tom Clark to make sure that he was close. He was. Just a few minutes behind us. The course appeared rather compact and simple but also nicely cared for. It looked crowded too. We tee’d off on time – 9:30am. I was just the three of us, Tom Clark, Kenny, and me. Not one of us hit a powerful opening drive but mine was clearly the best of three. The front wasn’t that tough at all, but did have some tight fairways. I experienced it all. The back was much more of a challenge, as if my game needed it. There was lots of water, blind dog legs, and trees. I missed a few birdie opportunities and had a couple blow-up holes where I took and 8 & a 9. I think my total score was 101 – certainly not very good, but about on par with most of my play this past month. We drove home after golf. Again, the labrynth of turns left me dizzy and confused, but Kenny guided us back to the highway via the written directions. It took about 30 minutes to get back home. There was little if any time for rest. Instead, I had to prep for our camping trip. Initially that meant fetching the boat from storage and beginning the painstaking process of loading up the camping gear. I worked most of the afternoon and early evening getting the Trooper loaded with camping equipment and firewood. For the time being, we held off from loading anything into the Honda but had most of the non-perishable stuff ready by the overhead garage doors. The Honda, by design, would be loaded primarily with the food, coolers, and bedding. At about the same time, I started the gas grill. And for the first time, we used the grill’s built–in rotisserie to roast two Cornish hens. It took about an hour or so for the hens to roast to the recommended 180 degrees. Not only had I pre-coated them with a garlic, olive oil, and seasoning base, but kept applying it every 20 minutes or so. By the time they reached the prescribed temperature, they looked mouth-watering good. Jacob didn’t partake in the hens. I found it somewhat unusual since he often asks for chicken when we’re having steak, burgers, or brats. Instead of chicken, he ate the leftover salmon from Saturday’s grilling. After dinner we did some additional organizing for the camping trip, but then tossed the chores aside in favor of relaxation. We sat briefly with the neighbors out on our deck while the kids played in the back yard. Jacob and Jake came back home after being turned away by neighbor Teri. Apparently their kids said that Jacob and Jake said/did something in appropriate in front of their younger kids and consequently didn’t want the two of them playing with Evan. Mindy & Chrissy were dumbfounded and walked down to Mike & Teri’s to learn more about the ban. They returned a short time later and calling for an impromptu family meeting with the two Jake’s. I listened but also kept busy cleaning up the gas grease from the gas grill and outdoor table. As the story goes, Evan and another friend of his told their parents that our tow boys made some inappropriate gestures while they played in the woods some time ago. It came out when the friend did the same thing while vacationing and when asked where he learned it by his parents he named Jake or Jacob. We ultimately quizzed both boys about the situation to which neither admitted any wrong doing or for hat matter, any recollection of the event. That was even after begin threatened with severe punishment should their stories be proven wrong later. After careful discussion, we pretty much sided with our kids and instead believed that the two younger boys likely fabricated their story. But, honestly, who could be sure. We stopped talking about it but still contemplated the idea. Teri said we could discuss the matter with Mike on Thursday, once we’re back from our camping trip. We headed to bed somewhat early in order to be fresh and ready for our Monday morning camping trip.