But one seemed to do the trick.
I worked an extra day last week and since the execution was stayed, I decided to take a day off today. Man it was great. I slept late, hit the golf course for 18 holes, got a haircut and then took the family out to dinner.
It made me think of “my greatest day”. Ask some of my buddies back home and they’ll immediately know what you’re talking about.
It was 1990 and I was living back at home with my mom and dad. I was a deejay for the Wynfrey Hotel in Birmingham and got home about 1am on a Saturday morning and found my poker buddies were still playing at the next door neighbor’s house.
We played poker for another hour or so and I turned in. The next morning I woke up way too early and when I went down to get the paper, I saw one of my poker buddies, Brandon, outside too.
We decided to go fishing and called the other guys. Over the course of that day the five of us:
went fishing and caught supper
went out into the woods to shoot rifles and shotguns
played 18 holes of golf
spent about 3 hours by the pool
grilled the fish we caught
and played more poker
Country boys do survive I guess.
Before today I hadn’t really had a good day off this year. My off days have been full driving back and forth to Memphis for the first six months, moving into the new house, fixing up said house, and doing kid stuff every weekend. Today really recharged my batteries. I don’t know if it was just the sleeping in, the golf or the haircut or dinner. Maybe it was all of that. But I’ve got some energy again along with a bug to play some more golf.
I’m going to take a few more days in a few more weeks to play golf again and to take a trip to the mountains. It’s homecoming at my alma mater (Carson Newman) and we’re hitting the redneck paradise of Pigeon Forge for some taffy, go-karts, people watching and nature hikes. It’ll be better than the Caribbean.