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It's 8:10 AM EDT, 49°F, Humidity 67%, Wind 11 mph NW, overcast
What an absolutely beautiful day yesterday was! Sunshine, temperatures in the upper 70s. The lack of rain is becoming eerie, however.
So yesterday, after my morning routine, I once again spent some time trying to track down my last interview. This is the hardest part of producing a podcast - tracking down and scheduling interviews. It's the largest reason why I am eager to give it up come the summer. I also read up on all the post-World Series news to soak in Milwaukee's joy at winning the World Series. I hit up a few other websites for news and entertainment before leaving to play golf at 12:00 noon.
It was a great final round of golf. I was hitting well off the tee. I scored one par and I think my partner said I also had a birdie on one hole, which I think was not correct. I wasn't paying attention to the number of strokes at all yesterday. Only one hole got me - hole #5, which is a par 3 that has a small pond in front of it. I smacked two balls into the pond and one in the woods. I gave up trying to tee off and just dropped a ball near where my partner landed. That hole eats my lunch every time. Other than that, a great round on an absolutely beautiful day. The warm temperature, the autumn leaves, and the decent play made for a nice round.
On the ninth tee, I hit the ball straight and true right towards the pin. My partner had been really impressed all day with the length of my tee shots, and this one was no exception. As we got near the hole, however, we couldn't find the ball. Both of us were completely puzzled. I knew I had hit the ball very well, on a line straight down the fairway, so when we could not find the ball, we were both mystified. There are only three large trees guarding the hole, and none of them had the ball below them. I mean the ball just disappeared. So my theory is that the shot was so powerful that it ripped a small tear in the space-time continuum and has landed in another dimension. Either that, or some animal stole my ball. At any rate, it was a clear signal that the season was over. No more golf until the spring, as the course is closing for the winter.
As usual I was a little stiff and sore from the round because we walk. So I took a few Advils and hit the couch. I finally got in touch with one of the people whom I am chasing for an interview, but it was frustrating because I sent a text, she answered, I tried to set a time, and she ghosted. What the hell. She never got back to me the rest of the day. And I was just about to nap when she did get in touch. So I stayed awake until dinner time.
Dinner was pasta with meatballs that had been frozen from the day they were first cooked, plus a salad. After dinner, I hit up YouTube to pass the evening. Playing With Sticks had a new teardrop, and I found a 61-year-old woman who had begun to quietly document her travels in her Tag 360. She makes nice videos, her voice isn't loud, and she's quietly honest about the ups and downs of being a nomad with no actual home. Very refreshing.
The evening ended up with me chatting with Son2 because I had unintentionally taken home his SD card reader, and he needed to get some video off his SD card that minute. Finally he headed to Target and found what he needed, as I surfed the internet checking where you could find a USB-C card reader. Crisis averted.
I clean up the kitchen and went to bed around 11:20 PM. I need to be going to bed sooner as the winter sets in and standard time comes around this weekend.
Notable deaths: Sir Patrick Stewart, lauded British actor best known as Capt. Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise in the Star Trek: Next Generation series, 86.
That's all for now. 'Til We Meet Again!