Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Country Road Take Me Home ...
Again just after 530am when I finally rolled out of bed. There was clear sky overhead, this I could tell via the halfmoon window in our bedroom. Frankie allowed me to exercise without any indication that she wanted/needed out right away. In fact, she seemed unfazed by my presence.
It wasn’t until I poured my coffee and walked into the family room that she finally stepped out of her pen. She joined me on the floor for some lovin’, still not acting as if she needed out. I knew better, however, and after just a minute or two of rubs, I took her outside where she promptly took care of business. Good girl!
No sooner were we back inside did she slip back into her bed. She came running again when I stretched on the family room floor. She chewed on my smelly runnin’ ball cap. All I had to do was grab my running shorts and she headed right for her pen. I was impressed. Five minutes later I was off and running. It was an early start compared to the two prior mornings. It was 630am.
The run proved to be a good one despite the ongoing high humidity. I was in a extra good mood as the weather forecast called for an abundance of sunshine with temperatures reaching into the mid 80’s. Not only that, but we had tentative plans to golf after work too. It would be a BM’er day.
After my run, I made my breakfast and packed my lunch as usual. I was gonna have breakfast burritos but was disappointed find we were out of both tortilla shells and sour cream. Plan “B” was the old stand by, fried eggs. There were no veggies pre packaged either. I had to throw ‘em together myself. I felt unloved.
Frankie and I trotted upstairs around 745am. She hopped in bed with Mindy while I headed for a shower. Once ready and downstairs I remembered I needed to grab some shorts for golf, just in case. I ran back up for shorts. Mindy asked that I give her a heads-up regarding golf later in the day. Sure, dear. She and the kids had a breakfast date planned with my dad at the Der Dutchman in Plain City. As I understood it, he’d be over around 9am.
I left for work at 820am in the BM’er. The only thing was, I needed to stop for gas. I really intended on filling up at Kroger saving $.50 a gallon but there wasn’t exactly time for that. I stopped at Thornton’s instead. I arrived at work by 840am. Not too bad. Out of no where, fairly thick cloud cover rolled in prompting me to put the top up on the BM’er once parked. I didn’t want to chance it pouring rain.
We had our usual Wednesday staff meeting but it was over quickly, done by 11am. Before heading back to my office I made sure my boss knew I planned to leave early for golf. He was cool with it. With that in mind, I didn’t plan to take a lunch. I did, however, eat while working from my desk.
From the sounds of it, it would be just Bob I. and me golfing. Mid-afternoon I took charge of finding us a venue. I selected and confirmed Indian Springs. Said they’d get us right out, no problem. Cool! Phoenix and Fox Fire – no dice.
I packed up and headed out at 420pm. It was absolutely gorgeous – sunny, 84, and very low humidity. Wow! And just as you might guess, it was an awesome 26 mile drive out 161 to Mechanicsburg, and Indian Springs. Bob pulled in minutes after me. Good timing.
As usual, the course was wide open. The club pro offered that we tee off the back for being a bit drier than the front after so much rain in the past week, but ultimately it was our choice.
My first tee shot went in the huge frog pond just to the left of the fairway. I hit another after Bob hit one down the middle. My second was down the middle but a rather weak draw. My second shot (really 4) was just left of the green but once again flirting with that same huge pond. It was safe. On with my third shot and three putt.
We kept score for the first two holes but didn't bother after. Instead, we enjoyed the track. Aside from the remnants of flooding and freshly cut fairways, the course was in good shape and also quite beautiful. Definitely a track worth visiting.
We finished out nine holes around 715pm. I planned to take 161 all the way back to Dublin and to I-270. However, I ended up following Bob a back way home. I think it was county road 84 to route 29 to 70E. Regardless, it was an awesome summer drive down a two lane country road perfect for the BM'er. I loved it! Then , once we hit I-70E, QFM 96 played Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. Does it get any better?
I arrived home ahead of 8pm in a chipper mood after the fun drove home. Mindy and the kids were down a the neighbors. I walked down too after making a Jack & Coke. Kenny was ready to celebrate his birthday and asked if I wanted to go to BW3's. Initially I wasn't sure if he meant all of us, or if he was just kidding for that matter. But after chilling out for a few, it came up again. We all agreed to go. Mindy & the kids hadn't yet eaten dinner. Nine of us caravanned to the BW3's in Hilliard.
We were quickly seated as it wasn't crowded at all. I think our servers name was Mel, although her badge said Teesha. After she pointed it out, it became a running joke. I decided to steer away from alcohol and went with pink lemonade instead. I ordered 12 wings wild with a side of onion rings. Aside from shorting us one order of onion rings, our server did good. She quickly corrected the onion ring mistake. My wings were good. BW3s wings are always small, and often referred to as pigeon wings, but tasty.
While enjoying wings, we watched the Reds game on the big screen. We witnessed a terrible third strike call against the Reds that helped put a halt to an eventual rally after finding themselves down 5-0. I'm sure I uttered a few choice words towards the umpire. He ended up ejecting both the player and the Reds manager, Dusty Baker. I let it go after that.
I picked up the check. It was $100 before tip. Wow! By the time we headed home it was dark and time to get the kids ready for bed. I turned on the TV and tuned to the Science Channel and watched a show narrated by Morgan Freeman about black holes. It was interesting, but sleep still one out. Mindy saw more of it than me. We headed to be close to 11pm.
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