Sunday, April 20, 2014

Golf, Tennis, and Sea Pines




"The only time my prayers are never answered is on the golf course."  ~ Billy Graham

While I was at Hilton Head last week, the golf folks began gearing up for the PGA Heritage Golf tournament on the island.  I am not a follower of golf, but it sure was interesting watching all the goings-on all week. 

My Dad played tennis most mornings while I was visiting. There are 16 tennis courts at Sea Pines/Harbor Town.  Well: the tennis folks were in a bit of a twit because the golf folks parked huge television systems, semi-trucks of all things golf, and even Winnebago-like vehicles on half of the tennis courts.  The tennis folks were beginning to  feel like second-class citizens of the sports world.

There is so much security at Sea Pines this year.  We were made to park in a lot miles away from the tennis courts (I accompanied Dad in the mornings, and walked around Harbor Town enjoying the yachts parked in the harbor while he played tennis.)  We had to take a shuttle to the tennis courts, and we were told that shuttles would be running to and from the "tennis lot" (Ha!  Tennis folks even got sent to their own lot!) 

Speaking of security measures, I got to watch a sheriff unload scuba gear for the harbor one morning.  I asked two different security guys why there was so much security - was it because it was the anniversary of the Boston Marathon last year, with its bombs? Both men met my queries with dull stares, and replied that they did not know.  Hmm.  If they DID anticipate something bad, I wanted to know.  I was at last year's Marathon.  I was 1/2 mile away from the finish line and unaware of the bombs.  But I never want to be remotely involved in such a sad day ever again.   (Spectating, post-Marathon)  

On the first morning of the Heritage, we were unable to find a shuttle back to our car.  My Dad was getting a little irate (Yes, Dad!  If you are reading this, holding your racket in the air in the middle of the road is seen as irate!) I can't blame him - he had just played over an hour of tennis, and was ready to go home. 

Well, a Food& amp; Beverage truck came by, and my Dad asked him if he could take us to or lot.  The driver looked towards the ground, and I saw what he was saying: something to the effect of You aren't food or beverage, but if you slide in quietly, I will take you to the tennis lot.  Or maybe he just quietly said, "Get in."  Whatever it was he said, I was keen to go, and climbed in, by hands and knees.  My Dad, a little on the reserved side, initially refused to take part in this escapade, but he eventually came to his senses and joined me.  We had a good laugh about it that evening.

Here are some pretty photos of Hilton Head.  No wonder my parents picked this place:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oq8IGU7xq94

And here is a good video.  No wonder my mother taught her grandkids how to run away from an alligator (Perpendicular to the gator!  Not only did my tykes learn alligator escape, they also learned the math term "perpendicular".  My Mom is a good teacher.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=narf4NzlFKo
 

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Packing for a Trip:

As I planned my trip to South Carolina in my head, I thought about comfort logistics.  A beach, some hiking, running, walking, beachcombing.  That would be about it.  I thought about the flight.  Six days on the beach would not require much in the suitcase.  In fact, I thought, why take a suitcase?

And so I did not.  I took a smallish overnight bag and a largish (to me) purse.  I left behind my laptop and my camera: an exercise in experiencing the here and now that we nowdays so often overlook while in pursuit of the perfect photo or news headline.  I took three very small books: Collections of Samuel Coleridge, Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men , (which, until I read this evening's Book Club email, I thought was this month's title.  Apparently we were to read Flowers for Algernon.  Huh.), and my small KJV Bible.  (It fits into a side pocket of my overnight quite nicely. )

I wore a comfy pair of shoes on the plane.  I had running shoes/wardrobe in my overnight, plus a pair of linen capris, a pair of linen pants, three shirts, and my jammies.  Yep.  That's it. 

I keep a perpetually-packed bag in my closet for any rhyme or reason.  Who knows when you will be invited to flit to Tahiti on a moment's notice?  (I have never been to Tahiti, but my brother Bob once gave me six days' notice to fly well into the Arctic Circle with him, a few years ago.)  A scout is always prepared.  In it I keep any essentials for health and beauty: the toiletries, the sunscreen, the aspirin, the tissues, a pair of socks and undies (did I just use a word from back in the 50s?), and so on.  I tossed this in my overnight bag, and...

...And so I went south!  I was one of the few, if not the only one, who deplaned and walked right out into the fresh air without a glance at baggage claim. 

More to come...Hilton Head Island Fun  And Games.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Traditions

My last post was nine days ago.  Where the heck have I been?!

Well...I went to Hilton Head Island, South Carolina.  It is an annual haunt of my family's.  It has been for years.  Thirty-two years, in fact, so my mother told me last week.

Really?  Thirty-two years is a long time. I certainly have not been going to HHI for 32 years.  But my parents have.  Once they got us five kids out of the home and on our own, it seems that they had plans, hopes and dreams that did not include us kids.  In fact, I wonder if they snuck off to HHI for several years without any of us kids the wiser. 

Huh.

I remember our first few trips to HHI, way back when - some 21 years ago.  Three kids, nursery school and stroller-aged.  What fun!  Since then, we have gone to South Carolina many, many times to enjoy the beach and the family ties. Even though it's been tradition for years of springtime and Easter weekends, each year holds its own facet of family life.  There were the toddler years to share with Grandma and Grandpa (who were often off on their own on the beach or the tennis court).  And there were years of us aunts and uncles and cousins meeting up.  Sailboats, geocaching, hiking wildlife refuges, and tennis.  My sister's last trip, terribly bittersweet, with a glorious full moon at high tide, four months before she passed away.  More recently, the college kids and newlyweds (formerly, the toddlers) have returned to camp out on the balcony to sleep to the rhythm of the waves. 

And so it goes.  Just as the tides.

Wednesday, April 09, 2014

Kansas Wind

So here is my wee little cartoon  describing my five-mile run/walk this morning.  I traipsed around the block - the block being a five-mile section of land.  Most sections are only a straight four miles.  I wonder if someone was tippling a bit when they surveyed our section.

The south wind was dreary and prohibitive today:

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Attention Deficit at Its Best

Last week, before the Fool's Day, I sent an email out to my Wabaunsee Book Club ladies.  It was a challenge: a Mile-a-Day April.  How fun!, I thought.  We could all walk and then run a mile every day in April.  This concept is not my original thinking.  Last year on Facebook, "I heartemoticon  to Run" (Read: I love to Run.) introduced Nike's Mile-a-Day March.

Well. Last year I instigated it with my family.  My family spread throughout the U.S.A.  Some 38-40 of us ran at least one mile each day in March, 2013.  And so my family opted in once again for April, 2014.

I guess I was overly enthusiastic.  I sent that email out to my fellow book club members, and it was met at first with a bit of silence. And then there were a few nibbles on the hook.

WELL.  Eight days into this month, and there are perhaps 1/3 of our Wabaunsee Book Club at least walking at least one mile each day.  (I really think they are walking more than one mile each day, and that makes me happy.)  A couple of members have added some run into their walks, and it is good that they are doing so gradually.

Today I ran/walked 5 miles.  I run till I feel like walking, and then I walk till I feel like running.  Five miles allows for some serious thinking, and praying, and imagination.  This evening's run/walk was pretty brisk, but for the two stops to chat with newborn calves and their mothers, and a stop to play with a Western Worm Snake, and then two more stops to listen to the deafening croaking of the armies of frogs now happily celebrating Spring.  As the title describes: Attention deficit at its best.  It was  a great afternoon.

Here's a painful aside:

I was to meet a fun friend for lunch today.  The last time we were to meet for lunch there was a blizzard, and we both arrived to the luncheon destination late, but yay for cell phones: we both knew the other would be late.  Today I jumped in my car, time was accurate, and I headed into town, 12+ miles, for a fun lunch.

Uh-oh.  That black Mini-Cooper that the neighbor drives...it was headed my way.  I was just putting my hand up to wave at my neighbor (whom I don't know at all,, but I wave all the time),  and I see the writing on the hood:

POLICE.

Really?!  Police, and NOT neighbor?!  I was in a mess of trouble, I thought.  Sure enough, the non-Mini-Cooper does a U-Turn on the highway and puts his lights on. 

Sheesh.  (And that's not really the word I was thinking at that moment.  The word I was thinking of did not end in -eesh.)

Nevertheless, I put my hazards on and drove ever-so-slowly to the next point which I thought might be a safe spot.  This was about 1.5 miles from the point where the officer first flashed his lights.  I drove approximately 30 mph for 1.5 miles.

OK!  So! End of story:  I could not come up with a witty answer to Officer Whomever's question of "why was I driving so fast".  (I shall work on that reply for future meetings.)  and I was socked with a fine that is equivalent to half my airline fare to Hilton Head, South Carolina later this week.

What does this teach me? 

KNOW MY LOCAL VEHICLES.

HAVE WITTY REPARTEE AT THE READY.

DON'T SPEED.

Yep, I got the lesson, officer.

Over and out.
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