Golf, tattoo and big fat raccoons

The first time I went golfing, about ten years ago, I discovered that I am a horrible golfer. I spent my time hitting the ball from the long grass on one side of the fairway to the forested area on the other, and back again. To top it off I made an error in golf etiquette. I pulled my golf bag cart (not the driving cart...the pulling type) onto the green. I had no idea this was not done but the foursome behind us decided to let me know by yelling at me from the hole behind us. Very embarrassing. I hadn't played since....until now.

This Saturday, tomorrow, I'm going golfing. I've been to the driving range twice now and unfortunately, I'm still horrible. Not just bad, mediocre or needs practice...HORRIBLE. Tomorrow is going to be an embarrassing display of my lack of skills...but for some reason, maybe I'm a sucker for punishment, I'm kinda looking forward to it. We'll see if that hopefulness is misplaced.

Tonight I'm going to a Tattoo parlour to get my tattoo designed. Its going to be an ouroboros (snake eating its tail). It won't be an armband...but it may wrap around my arm. I'm hoping to get the tattoo next Friday.

Last week, on garbage day, while out taking Tui for her evening walk, I saw my first raccoon since returning to Canada. He was lumbering across the road, obviously stuffed from feasting on garbage...he only barely made it across before a car drove by. Kinda neat...you certainly don't see raccoons all that often.