A bit of our life, in words.

Philip and I went to the driving range this afternoon. We went for about 2 weeks straight months ago, and then stopped cause it can get kind of expensive. Anyway, there’s just something satisfying about hitting the tiny white ball with a club and seeing how far you can make it go.

I had originally bought a very light club made out of a very light material (some kind of carbon something, I can’t even remember now). I thought that was the latest and greatest, and figured that would be easier to swing. But I used a heavier club today and found it easier to control and to just hit the ball in general… so I think I need a heavier one.

I don’t think I’ll ever golf; way too slow. I’d have to really be in the mood for a long, relaxing day of doing hardly anything; but it’s too hard to turn my mind off like that. But I do enjoy hitting lots of little golf balls over and over for about 20 – 30 minutes.