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| The crow on the left, lifting the divot. |
By now you know
that we live on a golf course. No, it isn’t because we’re avid golfers. I’m
more of a hack than I ever was a golfer. My husband isn’t too bad, though he tells
me he isn’t very good, either. Believe me, he can get the ball into the air which
is a lot more than I can say about my abilities. And, he's a decent golfer. He’s
a born athlete. Baseball and basketball were his games. The first time I saw
him in any sport was in an intramural basketball game at Samford University in Birmingham,
way back when we first met. He was good, y’all! And I hate basketball. Sorry.
Just being honest here.
Through many of
the twists and turns of our lives, especially in the past ten years, we found
ourselves the owners of a villa here on a fairway in Western North Carolina.
The draw for us is that the HOA takes care of all the exterior needs, from new
roofs, to new siding, paint, and even lawn and yard care. Hubby has never been
much of one for yard care. And I can’t do it anymore on all these hillsides.
Yes, age has caught up with both of us.
