injury prone

Acouple of weeks ago Trev called to tell me he had sprained his wrist. This week the call was for an ankle, tripped over a bag in agility training. I was in a women's golf tournament. we had aready started so it was too late to withdraw. I called a friend who was willing to go get him and take him home for me. I was distracted the whole round, waiting for the opportunity to get home.

Trevor's ankle was the size of his calf, huge. It had taken three burly boys to get him into my girlfriend's car. Luckily at home I have a set of crutches Trevor has used in the past. she found them hanging in the garage right where I said they would be and Trevor was able to get himself into the house. I told him to settle in the office and stay there. He could nap on the bed or do his work on the computer. Of course when I got home he was watching movies on neflix.

I shot a 66 with 29 puts. If I could get my puts under control I would have a potential for a real game. I had some close misses, but a miss is a miss. I carried my bag which helped keep me focused. When I first went to put the straps over my shoulder something scratched my arm. When I looked to see what the pointy item was that was poking me I found a fish hook imbedded in the shoulder strap. My arm looked like a cat had got me. It took work to remove the fish hook. I figure I picked it up in the trunk when Trevor was doing his fishing trip and his gear was back there.

One of my partners  in golf was a 59 year old woman who had just started the game this year. she played as well as I did. She was buff with the legs of an athlete. So I asked her what she did before golf and she told me she ran tri athelons. Figured, she did not have the body of a beginning golfer and she was a natural with her swing. Athletes can pick up any game quickly. My other tow partners were women well into their 80's who couldn't hit far anymore but knew how to play a consistent game. One of the women took low puts for the room with 15 putts for the round.

 It was a fun round. Except for the fact I had to keep checking my messages for Trevor. It is not good etiquete to be checking your phone all the time. Etiquete demands you put your phone away and enjoy the company you are with, but family crisis is what it is. I was able to complete the game and had some fun with new people. I didn't win any of the prizes. I felt my Karma was off. Between the fish hook, the sprained ankle, and 29 putts, the golf Gods were making me work.

Trev is improving but I had him sleep down in the guest room on the first floor the first day. I wasn't going to have him negotiate those open stairs. that is one of the reasons we like this house is the guest room on the main, convenient for invalids. By Monday I hope to have Trev limping back to weight training.

Trev has until Monday to finish his Washington state history class in order to enroll in the English class he needs to repeat. He didn't pass the end of the year English. What is it with my boys and English. You would think they were ELL (English Language Learners).

Riley got his SAT scores. His reading comprehension was really good. All his score for that matter were good for a sophomore competing against college bound seniors, which is how the test is scored. He would be accepted now into college with these scores, Room for improvement, but he could do it. Now I just need to find out what Riley "wants" to do.