3:55 am in the life of the world's best putter

getting ready to write up the day i noticed a not too long ago blog titled 2:55 am. it is now 3:56 am though i started this at 3:55. this morning at 3:07 am i set the alarm for 6 and finally got to sleep. i notice a disturbing pattern that i am not getting any sleep. this after a previous week in the UK where i stayed up to watch primary results and two nights of bidding on ebay, pacific time-some 9 hrs behind us there- so now after 10 days or so of averaging 4 hrs a night of sleep i more fully understand why i am tired.

and yet there are things to do and abusing my normally good sense of priorities i type on. also noted is that unless i wake up and get to work i will spend at least one more late night dealing with the IRS stuff due soon.

but today was an ok day that got better as it went along. a good short little run followed by 28 more miles on the bike. some shopping, yard work, and an hour of hitting little pitch shots working mostly on tempo preceded runs to the bank and post office. mundane to be sure and still leaving the important, but unanswered question- why is my checking account off by only $3500. stay tuned for the sorting out of that one. maybe i just can't add or subtract when i am sleep- though with so little money in the account how can i be off $3500?

which segways to nothing- i left the post office and headed up to baltimore, a relative easy drive turned somewhat sour when a white chevrolet pickup truck threw a stone my way and cracked the windshield. another chore to deal with somewhere in the future. which does segway into something...

when i was much younger i lived constantly looking forward to what was ahead and planned as much of it as i could. family life was good and i still have almost all pleasant memories of it except for the up and down times of my father's illness, and the usual hormonal problems of being a teenage boy. eventually my dad regained his health and family life routine and now i deal with the hormonal problems of an aging about to be on social security older man. one day you just notice that people call you "sir' and you are not the "kid" anymore. i do have my own personal little theory on aging i will leave for another day, but in non-real years i am just about 42 or so on the maturity scale. no need to rush myself into being the same age mentally as physically. enough that the public sees a graying, slower runner person with he flexibility of a breadboard who can still touch his knees with straight legs. toes????

and so i type on- sitting here in my little red inner drive golf top- thank you again j. somehow i just knew that going to baltimore would put the fun back into golf again and i was right. amazing how some people can just put energy into the most tired of people. and it was just so much fun to whack away at the ball for a change without worrying about where it went. and a decent dinner followed. one thing about the UK-unless you have a lot of money eating there will not remind you of the usa. when the english long to come to the usa to go to olive garden and tgif's and denny's you just know we are judging food by a different standard.

which leads me to another subject. as much as i never cared for dear abby, that is how much i do like carolyn hax. her column to me at least, is less about advice and more about telling a person to hit their head against the wall and wake up and see the obvious.

if people would just stop and read the letter they were about to send carolyn and ask themselves what advice they would give the fool asking the question they were about to ask, maybe they would get it. like-i stopped calling all of my friends and now they don't call me. what now?

family and friends are what you have and what you need to nurture and cherish. but so is self time. somewhere you need to stop testing them and just enjoy what they have to give you and give what you can back.


time for a quote of the day- i leave these for self interpretation and i probably should do more research on the authors, but i use only the quote itself for what it says to me:

"if you let your fear of consequence prevent you from following your deepest instinct, your life will be safe, expedient and thin"
katherine butler hathaway

in my mind i make every putt. i know i will and i never worry about missing one. i am the world's best putter. was it dr bob rotella who told me that? he was right of course. because if you are not the world's best putter and if you don't know you will make every putt, when you stand over your putt do you think i will miss this or i hope i will make this or do you just putt it and see what happens?

see the line and know it will go in. who was it that said-be the ball!