It is a Tuesday, Day 6 of my journey along what I lovingly refer to as my yellow brick road into the place I liken to the Land of Oz.
If you dare to dream a dream, dear diary, I learn The Villages is the place to make it happen.
One of my dreams is to learn the game of golf.
I tell a friend. She tells two friends. And her two friends tell their two friends. And...
Before I know it, I got clubs, I got an outfit, I got someone to take me on a golf course when I am ready, and I got an army of friends encouraging me forward.
I have never played golf.
I think flying monkey thoughts: I can't, I am afraid, it's impossible; I got no clubs.
Can't, afraid, and impossible are words that have no meaning here in The Villages. No excuses.
It's been a wonderful day. And if a picture tells a thousand words, then here's 12,000.
Hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed living them.
Until this time next time.
See you in print,
Linda Della Donna
|My day begins with me admiring my new golf outfit. *At least I will look the part.* Happy Hanukkah to me!|
|The Arnold Palmer Driving Range.|
|What a view!|
|Parking for the driving range.|
|I love these golf clubs! Thank you so very much dear friend.|
|Company for dinner this evening, I stop and pick up groceries. I pull my golf cart into a parking space and notice this adorable dog along side me.|
|This is a golf cart. Imagine. They come in all shapes, colors, sizes, and are incredible sights. I just couldn't resist taking this photo!|
|Dinner is started.|
|Salad for Two.|
|That's cheese cake, NY Style, in the right corner, tonight's dessert.|
|Ahhh, the girlfriend thing. My best buddy, Gail. Thanks for keeping me company this evening.|