After sleeping overly late (10am central), I finally stagger downstairs for breakfast. The wife’s grandfather doesn’t drink coffee, so after my bowl of cereal the FIL, the wife, and I (carrying Miss L) all go out for coffee (and a doughnut). Fortunately, there is a Dunkin Doughnuts within walking distance of the house.

Before we get back to the house, more relatives have arrived. Of course Miss L was with us, so Mr. B was pressed into action to entertain the strange ladies (strange in so many ways). He did not disappoint.

After we got back, we played “pass the potato tm” with Miss L for quite a while. Then it was time to eat. The visitors supplied lunch. All of it healthy (the only thing that wasn’t “healthy” was the mayo on the sandwiches), veggie sandwich, roast beef sandwich, turkey sandwich, blueberries, grapes, strawberries, and peapods. It was nice to have something remotely healthy.

After lunch, the FIL and I leave to play a round of golf. It was allegedly a “links” style course. The only thing it had in common with a true links course was the wind. After that we were in the middle of farm country (very flat), in the middle of America (no water, just a couple of manmade ponds). The wind was fierce, a pretty constant 15-20mph with gusts the approached 40mph. That will mess with the flight of your golf ball let me tell you!

After 16 holes of that, we were in danger of reenacting the scene from “Caddy shack” where the priest was having the round of his life during a thunderstorm. We didn’t have the rain, yet, but we did have the lightning, and I wasn’t having the round of my life. So going against every brain cell in my head, we finish the round (was I subconsciously having a death wish?).

We finish the round, just in time too, no sooner did we close the car doors to go home and the heavens opened up. Now we are driving home in a downpour and I can’t see what is in front of us (So I watch the curb to make sure that we aren’t getting any closer). We drove through several “puddles” (closer to ponds really) that put us in danger of flooding the car. Once we made it home, I grabbed a beer with a bourbon chaser and some pizza.