Musing from a Golf Course in the Rain

I am a good sport because I could be curled up on the sofa with a good book. Instead, I am on a golf course with my guys. In the rain.

They really wanted me to come and I am not sure why. I mean, when I go golfing with them I speak when I shouldn’t, ask stupid questions, take photos, and check Facebook. Oh, I also drive a golf cart and offer words of encouragement.

So I’m on a golf course. In the rain. But I’m wearing a cardigan and it’s actually chilly and when does that ever happen in August?

We finally took cover under a tin roof shed to let the storm pass and eat the lunch I packed: grilled panini with tomatoes, salami, prosciutto, and provolone.

Wait. Do you think THAT is why I was asked to come? I mean, is it me or my grilled panini?

Such deep questions on a golf course in the rain.