Sunday

Welcome to Summer!

Really not a lot new in my world.  And not a lot of history worth repeating at this point. 

The rain today lasted a little longer than I had expected.  It has stopped for now, but the forecast on the iPhone is for more storms in the AM.  After getting soaked on the ride home this afternoon, that morning ride is looking iffy.

The golf tournament yesterday at Geneva was enough to keep me off the course for a few days.  27 holes is just not that much fun.  I found my mind wandering after about the third hole.  Actually, my back seems okay, considering the abuse.

The primary failing of the organizational approach to the event by the club was the all-day absence of a "beer cart girl".  This issue was exacerbated by the failure-to-show of the half-way house gal, meaning there was no ready access to adult beverages while on the course for the whole day.  The golf pro threw the club manager (who wasn't around) under the bus when we questioned him about the lack of these service points for the event.  Typical country club rationalization.  At any country club.  When it comes to responsibilities that might over-lap between the pro, the club manager, and the course superintendent, its always the other guy's fault.

The club actually employs several college girls in the dining room and grill during the Summer.  Heck, put a cute girl on the cart at a tournament like this, and she'd have a great day for tips.  (The girls that the resort courses employ tend to be just a little older, but they understand the program...guys on vacation...hangin' out with friends...glad to have a pretty face selling them those cheap $10 beers!  It ain't very complicated.)

We had an excellent evening at the MCSC last night as well.  Steaks.  Veggies.  Some good vino.  Almost perfect weather.  And best of all, no bugs!  (2 indicated that the vacation tees are going to be ordered this week.)

I took this shot with the minidigi on my ride this afternoon (before the rain!).  The road that we ride goes past Davenport Country Club.  Going by the club, you're maybe 100 feet above the Mississippi River, which is no more than, say, a half mile away.  I zoomed-in with his pic.  From the road, the "window" through the trees is a little more distinctive.  When I look through toward the dam, I always think about The Dirty Dozen or that Clint Eastwood  WW II flick, Where Eagles Dare, when a guerrilla military unit needs to bomb a heavily guarded enemy bridge, airfield or the like.

You think about a lot of disconnected things when the pounding on the pedals gets a little old.

Here is another shot from today's ride (again, before the rain!).  This pair was dining on a relatively recently deceased, slow squirrel.  And they weren't all that afraid of an old guy on a bike wandering into what I'm sure they considered as their space.  They let me go by after the pic.  And then they went back to their meal.

I have recently discovered a new worst parking lot situation, that almost claimed the BEATER on Friday afternoon.  It's another Hy Vee lot, this one on Spring Street near the office.  The primary driving lane at the front of the store does an angle move near the liquor store entrance where they allow parking on the store-side of the driving lane, and I have twice now underestimated the number of ways that other cars can get into your business.  I'm struggling to decide if the problem is in the parking lot design, or in the mind of the vehicle operator.  Whatever.  The new plan is to park at McDonald's and walk to the store to get the wine. (Maybe a slight exaggeration.)

All for tonight.  Hope it is a good week in your neighborhood.

BCOT