Friday Five: Word Association

This morning we have a word association Friday Five, courtesy of Singing Owl at the Revgalblogpals.

1. rooftop
When I think rooftops, I think Italy. Rome, to be precise, and the rooftop of the hotel that Maternal Unit and I stayed in when we arrived in Rome. The rooftop had a garden, and a beautiful little sitting area, and a most spectacular view of the city. Sigh.

2. gritty
WH and I have been moving top soil this summer (he really, more than I), and gritty makes me think of how my shoes felt (and still feel) with top soil crumbs in them.

3. hot town (yeah, I know, it's two words)
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead
Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

But at night it's a different world
Go out and find a girl
Come-on come-on and dance all night
Despite the heat it'll be alright

And babe, don't you know it's a pity
That the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city
In the summer, in the city

4. night
I love that moment when night falls and you realize that the only thing you have left to do that particular day is go to bed. And you crawl under the covers and relax, sometimes for the first time that day, and know that soon, you'll sleep.

5. dance
I dance while I brush my teeth. That's probably all you need to know about that.

On Tiger Woods

So, he won the US Open. He hung in there for 91 holes with the surgically-repaired knee and won his 14th major, attributed by him as the best of his career.

And today there are early reports that the knee will require new surgery and he will be gone for the rest of the season. People will, I'm sure, immediately proclaim that the new surgery is a result of pushing through the Open, and that's not known yet, but it's probably a fair assumption that playing the Open didn't help the knee at all.

So the question is, was it worth it? Was playing the tournament of his life, grinding and pushing and hitting all of those must-sink putts, worth losing the rest of the season?

My guess is that for Tiger Woods, there are no regrets. He doesn't strike me as the kind of guy that re-thinks a lot of decisions, or spends a lot of time second-guessing himself. He wanted to play the US Open, he wanted to win the US Open. Mission Accomplished.

And while I'll miss watching Tiger for the rest of the year, I wouldn't trade the excitement of this last weekend for more opportunities to see him in the months to come. It was, by far, the most fun I've had following a golf tournament in my entire life.
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*And it was that exciting despite an entirely annoying broadcast by NBC. Just shut up and show golf shots, for crying out loud. There are posts brewing about sports broadcasts... more to come...

Goals

despair.com

In which Chorus gets her first Par!

I've been golfing now for a couple of years, and this morning, I finally parred a hole for the first time. It was on the first hole I've played all year, a par 4, and I hit 5 wood, 8 iron and two putts.

Yay me!

On Nordic Walking

*Not Actually Chorus.

Yesterday afternoon, WH and I went to a Nordic walking workshop put on by some friends of ours who own shoe stores here in Prairie City. Nordic involves two lightweigh poles by which the walker acquires a more complete upper-body workout while walking, and additionally, by which the walker receives additional support for lower backs, knees, etc. You can read more about it here.

We are trying to decide whether we will purchase Nordic poles for our trek in California, or whether we are better to buy actual trekking poles, which are a little bit heavier, and are designed more for support and less for fitness. The trek we're doing in Sonoma Valley will not be overly arduous, but there will be some elevation changes, so we're leaning towards trekking poles for that reason. Plus, the more wine we drink while we're there, the more likely we are to need "support."

But the Nordic walking is definitely something that we're interested in continuing with! I highly recommend giving it a try!

A Quick Funny

I saw this today on firejoemorgan.com, and thought it was worth sharing. Nothing like mean humour at the expense of a division rival:

In which Chorus laughs at herself.

I sing a lot. And I don't just mean in choir rehearsals, I mean around the house, in the shower, when I'm driving, when I'm cooking, when I'm folding the laundry... I just sing. Whatever comes to mind, and if there are no songs in my mind, then I just make something up. I

Last night, WH was out at the BBQ checking on pork and potatoes and I was in the kitchen getting ready to serve up. For some reason, unknown even to me, I was singing the last verse descant to Once in Royal David's City. And I wasn't just singing it, I was lettin' 'er rip, big time.

I had presumed that WH couldn't hear me, and I had my back to the door outside, but when I turned around, he was standing in the doorway, with a hilariously puzzled look on his face.

"Singing descants to Christmas carols, are we?"

I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe.

If we can't laugh at ourselves, then whom, eh?