No one has been a ball of fire around Wyldswood these days. On Saturday I took the Cardinal around the pattern to confirm the gear warning horn was fixed (it was), and then we spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking boxes of Peg's clothes for Goodwill or a permanent home here. Finding my role in that task rather limited, I retreated to the office to work a little. Before long P appeared at the office door.
"I have had all of this I can take for today. Let's go play golf."
I then filled the truck bed pool so we'd be ready for a dip after duffing around the course, leaving the hose in the pool after I turned it off, and we made our way to the course.
The course was pretty much deserted because so much of it was underwater from the rains that have pounded this area for weeks, and SEC football resumed that afternoon. We had to swat swarms of mosquitoes that were our only companions the entire afternoon, getting thicker as the light faded, but had a great time.
Returning home, we found to our consternation that the truck bed pool had lost about half its water. I feared a leak, but P pointed that leaving the hose in the pool, with the spigot a couple feet below the edge of the truck bed, created a siphon that was steadily draining the pool the entire time we were away. We made the best of it, however, and had our happy hour and snack supper in whatever water remained.
The next morning arrived foggy, and threatening rain at any moment. We made a command decision that we would rather golf some more than mow, and away we went in the gathering gloom to the course.
We played until a combination of thunder and heavy rain, and the arrival of all the Baptists after church to play in the men's scramble that happens every Sunday afternoon, led us to the bar and the patio to visit with friends and watch it pour. It was nice to talk about the SEC football highlights from the day before. A glimpse into normalcy.
The rain, coupled with the waning light of fall, seems to induce a stupor that compels a nap. I gave in to that evolved response (wonder how that helps one's genes survive), and crawled back into bed for an hour. Then we made popcorn and watched movies while the rain just kept coming down in sheets outside.
This morning there was a little blue out there to start the day, but then more rain.
At least the truck bed pool seems to be refilling smartly.
It's been a long spring and summer of toil and worry. Fall is here. Time to enjoy some of the fruits of our labor, rest and recharge and put off thinking about the spring until it's required of us. For now, we are just grateful to have made it this far in ship shape, and to have this time in such a beautiful place.
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