My Actifit Report Card: May 31 2021

We were out on the eighteen hole disc golf course again. It was perfect weather with barely any wind but my back was hurting a bit.

Things were going pretty well at first other than me missing some easy birdie putts. On hole three my son walked into my frame of view while I was trying to hit a somewhat difficult approach throw. I missed it leaving a difficult putt for par.

"Was that me?" he asked.

I thought about it and replied, "Oh, no that was just me." While inwardly thinking that he certainly didn't help things.

I missed the putt for par and started trying to use my old person mulligan card. "Nuts! Nuts I say. Walnuts, peanuts, almonds... in fact I'm spreading nut butter all over the place. And my back hurts, pants don't fit, etc. etc... lolololo"

My son was not amused. He ended up almost shanking into the nearest tree and flew very close to the out of bounds line on a hole that doesn't usually have that issue.

"Was that me?" I asked.

"Yup, you certainly didn't help things any," he replied.

He ended up with a double bogey so I figured I had better lighten up a bit.

On the next tee pad he stated, "I'm trying to forget that last hole."

That seemed like an interesting idea to me so i said, "Have you tried trying to forget your trying to forget the last hole? Maybe it would work to form a sort of infinite regression and keep going until you run out of mental stack space. LOL."

Again my son was not amused. Now that reason that joke is funny is... Oh never mind.

So anyhow I ended up losing the round with a +5 score. Probably on account of my bad jokes and back pain. It has finally started to feel better this evening so I should be much better tomorrow.

As we were leaving the disc golf course we noticed that someone had setup their hammock between two trees right in the middle of hole five's fairway close to the basket. I thought to myself, "Now that's about as smart as a brick poop house. I wonder if they are trying to win a Darwin award?"

Now the brick poop house thing might be worth explaining. The city of Boulder once constructed a one holer out of bricks with some nice warm heating. It costs the taxpayers more than the Taj Mahal per square foot. There was a lock on the inside of the door so certain parties took up residence within it and never came out, (except on full moon nights in the spring and summer.)

Now what you are supposed to do is build the poop house of reasonably light materials so you can move it when it inevitably fills up. Just dig yourself a new hole and move the pooper and throw some soil over the old hole so the flies, dogs, kids, satschatch, etc. don't play in it, lol.

Anyhow, I exagerate and digress...

My son was really angry and I was kind of amused but disgusted. It has been a bit of back and forth on what I've come to view as a sort of conflict between clan McFarthrowers and clan McDawgwalkers out on the highlands disc golf course, lol. Clan McDawgwalkers is kind of ahead so far having caused the loss of three discs (two from being tossed in the river and one by being chewed in half.) As well as several shoe washings and near misses from doggie land mines.

The castle of clan McFarthrowers - unfortunately it looks like clan McDawgwalkers has fired a cannonball straight through it, lol:

Actually it is an art sculpture on the collage grounds that my son attends.

Just some light hearted joking around with some musings added. Things are generally in good shape out on the disc golf course.

Note of clarification: Brick poop house construction is actually not a bad idea if implemented properly... (details are beyond the scope of this posting. LOL.)

Thanks for reading! I always value your support and comments. The pictures were taken by me with my Galaxy S9+. Text and graphics copyright lightsplasher & litesplasher.

This report was published via Actifit app (Android | iOS). Check out the original version here on actifit.io

Daily Activity, Golf, House Chores, Walking