When I woke up this morning sunlight was streaming through the window blinds and I thought for a moment I was somewhere other than home in Indiana. Real sunshine, two mornings in a row. Of course, it’s still winter and by mid morning the sky had turned overcast, gray, the color of dirty aluminum.
Most all the recent snow is gone, but it’s still too cold for golf. At least for me. Fifty to fifty-five degrees is my minimum. You might see some out in coats and cold-weather accessories, but not me. It’s a plain case of preventing pulled muscles and other complications. Besides, advances in clothing notwithstanding, trying to swing a golf club while dressed in several layers of cotton, nylon, and polyester isn’t my idea of fun.
And speaking of golf, if you can’t tell by looking at the mini photo, I’ll point out that the fluffy thing I’m holding is a Kansas University Jayhawk head cover for my driver, which I’m maybe not-so-patiently waiting to get out and use. But I can wait. Just a bit of sunshine, a hint of blue sky, and a thermometer reading of the above-mentioned figures. That’s what I’m waiting for.
Meanwhile, I’ll stay busy working on several writing projects. And, come the end of March in Indiana, we’ll see about the old saw: “March, in like a lamb, out like a lion.”
