We went to the course yesterday in the morning, but P didn’t do so well. I use the word “fuck” quite liberally even if nothing’s wrong, but if P uses the word “fuck”, he’s pissed. Not a good morning for either of us, since I lost my balance (trying not to drop the golf bag) while climbing down the rope over the bank at the Parris Island hole, and I fell into the creek. I gave my knee a pretty good smack and dropped the camera, but fortunately, the water level was low enough that the camera and golf bag didn’t get wet. I did, but only on one side, and so far the camera seems none the worse for wear after its rather abrupt introduction to the ground. After we left the course, we came home and had a bit of an eye rest (since we’d never sleep in the afternoon), then he wandered in and said that he was going to mow the lawn. Then, he said, “You’ll never believe what I want to do after that”. I thought, “Jeezus. Do I even want to know?”, but might have guessed that he wanted to go back to the course and try again. I said, “What’s in it for me?” and he said, “A Flickr pro account”, so I agreed to go. I would have even without his paying for Flickr, but what the hell–$25 is $25, and why not get something for supporting his obsession? Heh. I’m glad I went, since I got a good picture of a box turtle. I’d had some from before, but the turtle was threatening to pull into his shell, so I couldn’t get close. Yesterday’s turtle (assuming it wasn’t the same individual) was a bit more brave and let me get pretty close.

P.S. I need a better camera. 🙂

P.P.S. Not that I have great legs to start with, but this isn’t helpful.

P.P.P.S. I hate shoes, even lightweight, relatively comfortable Nikes. I don’t mind sandals, but they don’t work for the terrain at the course. We made a discovery, though…water shoes are perfect! As close to bare feet as you can get and not cut yourself on rocks, discarded beer cans or broken glass, or step on a bee, but better traction on slippery surfaces than anything short of a hiking boot. Plus, if you do get your feet wet in the creek, they dry in no time flat. I’m usually complaining about the confinement of shoes by the time we get home, but we bought water shoes before we went out last night, and I had McGregor Happy Feet all the way! 🙂