Wow. Over a month since I've blogged. Ridiculous. Only excuse (although there should be no excuse- surely I can find at least 20 minutes in my day to sit down and type away some nonsense on here) there's been travel, weekend visitors, fun end of summer events, and another freelance job added to the mix. Overall lack of time to just sit still but I want to get back into a groove. We'll see if I can stick to it.
Right now I'm sitting at Denver airport waiting to board our flight back to Seattle. We went to Ohio for a few days of golf related activity. It was fun only because Tom's buddy brought his girlfriend and we palled around together for the 3 days of the tournament. We stayed in Dublin which was really cute and also went to Easton mall and ended up circling the city on highway 270 because the highway system was a giant cluster mess of confusion. Here is an example. We took 270 North from Dublin to get to the mall. We get there, spend time tooling around (actually met up with another friend of mine who lives in Chicago who happened to be in Columbus for work so that was really a bonus) and as we're leaving the mall the GPS tells us to get back on 270 North??? We ignore the GPS woman and realize as we're driving the time and mileage on the unit kept increasing and telling us to turn around and head the other way. I'm like WHAT THE HELL? We took 270 north to get here this cannot be right. My friend was driving and she agreed that we should be heading south as well so I told the stupid GPS lady she was on crack and shut the thing down and we continued to go south. Well I guess the highway system is one giant loop so eventually we notice 270 south turns into 270 north. So what should have taken us 20 minutes to get back to the resort ended up taking almost an hour and a half as we circled around the city. Thank God I wasn't alone. We had a good laugh about it.
This weekend was all about golf. Golf golf golf golf golf. Our flight to Ohio from Chicago was canceled so we had to switch airlines and unfortunately our luggage was not going to arrive until much later in the day. So once we got to Columbus Tom had to stop at a golf store in the airport (can't believe they actually had one) and he bought some shorts, a shirt, socks and a glove. Then he rented clubs once we got to the club. He'd golf all day and come back to the room and put on the golf channel to watch the Ryder cup. At dinner he and his buddy would review the best holes of the day and plan their strategy for the next day. I finally hit a breaking point when we almost missed our flight home because he was still golfing and our flight was leaving in an hour and a half and we still had a half hour drive to the airport. THEN while in the airport rushing to the gate he stops to watch a sports bar tv to check the scores of the Ryder cup. And once we are on the plane he's on his phone checking out the scores. I try to distract him by showing off some pretty yarn I bought at the little yarn store in town. Then I hand him a bag of his favorite candy, sour cherries, I found at this cute little candy shop. He pops a few in his mouth as he stares down at his phone. Enough already.
The thing that amazes me is that we flew in on a red eye to get to Columbus and both of us got zero sleep. The minute he changed into his golf clothes he was like super man, full of strength and vigor, all smiles ready to go. I was dragging like a two toed sloth and could barely stay awake to draw a bath but yet he was so energized to go hit the course and play rounds of golf for 5+ hours. I thought about this and realized I don't think there is anything I love that much that I would willingly lose a whole day's sleep over to participate in and that kind of makes me sad. Later that night I talked to Tom about this and he kept asking me random things to see what my equivalent would be. Sex? No. A knitting competition? No. A bead store blow out sale? No. Wine tasting? No. Wine tasting on a beach? Still no. Finally I came up with something. Wine tasting on a beach surrounded by puppies with their nails trimmed short. Something like this has to exist and I'm on a mission to find it.