Tuesday Travels

Today was Tuesday - better known as old retirees golf day.  I had an opportunity to talk to Scott today at the golf course and got the word from the group.  Poor Scott was so uncomfortable telling me that they have decided that they are not going to call K every time (that is, email him) they play, but would call him from time to time.  He said K is not really able to play golf very much - he doesn't know the rules any more, doesn't know which group he is supposed to be with and isn't able to keep his attention on the game.  I suspected that would be the case and I appreciated Scott letting me know.  He said it is very stressful to have K play with them.  I told him I understand and I do.  It's just another loss to face.  It is so hard to loose him just a piece at a time.  He's been pestering me to let him buy a new set of irons - I don't think so.  It will be surprising if he even plays out the rest of the golf season.  I was sitting out in the parking lot of the golf course, reading and sketching, even though I knew it was way too early for them to have finished 18.  But I forgot my phone this morning and didn't want K to worry about where I was.  Sure enough, I only waited about 15 minutes when he showed up.  They had played 9 holes and that was enough for him.  He looked exhausted and it isn't even hot outside yet.  He continues to walk obsessively back and forth in front of the house, so he is getting some exercise.  He still won't let me go with him, but I think he will allow it sometime.  I'll just have to be patient.

We are leaving Thursday to go to Nashville for a couple of days.  I hope we get to see a show, but I know how the trip to Pennsylvania went - we got there and he wanted to come home.  We'll play it by ear - not that there is any other way to play it!  Plans can be swept away if he refuses to do something.  One plan that I think will hold his interest is our plan to visit Lebanon, Tn, where we hope to find the 8 foot granite monument to David Wilson, an ancestor who died in 1804 and from whom Wilson County gets its name. Promise to post pictures if we find it!  I'm also thinking we could drive out to Gallatin, TN to see the Wilson family cemetery.  It is someone's backyard - something we found to be very common when we were living there.  Of course, we'll have to look up our old house - off of Wilson Pike in Brentwood.  Wilson, Wilson everywhere!

I finally talked to Cheryl again - our soon to be companion and friend.  I got two glowing referrals from her, after a little confusion!  I'm looking forward to starting off with her as soon as we get back from Nashville.

I've got a really good idea for Father's Day or for K's birthday.  I've been researching the medals/ribbons  he actually would have received or been eligible for and I am planning to have a presentation frame made up for him.  If any of you kids would be interested, I would be happy to make it a family gift to him.  I think he will be very excited and touched.  (of course, the medal of honor will have to be missing, but you can't just go out and buy that thing at Target!  ha ha ;-)  He did tell me the other day that when he got home after he was discharged that he dumped his marine coat and it's medals in a trash can at the airport.  It actually rang true.  That probably wouldn't have been such an unusual thing at that period of history.  Who knows at this point?

Love and peace, Mary