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I read where some were putting down some intel heard on a golf course. I never bothered to post this at the time, but hey, I might as well now.

My first birthday after my husband died was too soon for my friends to do anything to celebrate. But come the next one, when over a year had been passed, they decided it was time for me to go out and do something I hadn't done before. Such great friends, I love them all. So, what hadn't I done? Something women do in an afternoon progressing into evening for fun? heeheehee ... GOLF !!!

So without warnng me they booked a weekend golf and casino weekend. They did tell me we were going away for the weekend and I should bring something comfy in shorts and evening attire. That left me with three days trying to figure out if my baggie paint pants pulled up and tied about the knees would work for shorts and if my 3X sheepshirt covered in kittens and the matching pink fuzzy 4X robe and pink fuzzy slippers would qualify as evening wear. You might guess by now that I don't go out much and don't have much of a wardrobe. Actually since my husband died I have lost a lot of weight and have a lot more clothes but still no shorts and nothing that qualifies as evening wear.

Anyway, no hints were given. That was supposed to be part of the fun. We booked into a glorious motel lodge that was just stupendous from stem to tern. From the lounge was even a view of the waterfront ... sort of a wow in the river that is considered a small lake. But being late, and dark, and me being half asleep and not noticing all the golf stuff, like ring-for-attention-bell shapped like a golf tee ... how I missed that one I'll never know ... I went to bed exhausted still not knowing where we were or why.

Morning comes and I am wakened by my friends, all three of them, done up in what looked like some organized sports gear but I wasn't sure what. "I got news for you guys" I said ... "I don't play tennis. I used to play badminton but not with the bad knees anymore." Oh they laughed ... so hard they laughed ... "We are not playing tennis, you silly goose." (These are all women of my age or close, which means well over fifty, and this is the language they use when away from home. They certainly don't sound this idiotic when at home, in their businesses, when I have spoken to them before.) "No,", one says, "we are here to play a weekend of golf!"

At that moment I was sitting up in bed, in my pink and white kitty-fied sleep shirt, having slipped on my pink fuzzy slippers, and was reaching for my pink fuzzy robe. Size 4X robe. And I am wondering, where on earth these previously bright and intuitive and relatively smart women could have possibly got the idea that I would be able to play golf. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry but decided the laughter was the better choice.

"Come on, girl." one friend said all enthusiasm and gumption ... "we have a tee time at ten and there is a breakfast layout that you will just die for." Yeah, by the time I eat the breafast to die for i won't have the energy to kill myself before telling them I cannot golf. You know that buisiness of keeping one arm straight while swinging? I cannot keep one arm straight while holding the darmed bat ... er ... ah ... I mean club.

I seriously tried to tell them I cannot golf. I have tried. My husband tried to teach me many years ago. I used to go with him at six in the morning to the local par three and keep score for him but just could not golf. Of all my skills and my great coordinational abilities, golfing just does not fit in there anywhere.They didn't take me seriously till we got to the ginormous breakfast layout. By the time they realized I really did not own a pair of shorts, my "sport" shoes were handed down from my husband and now over nine years old, and I really had no intentnion of making an @ss of myself on a golf course (and by this time I realized which course and just how much of a fool I would be making of myself there) ... we had a problem on our hands. I offered to stay in the clubhouse and find someone with whom to play cards while they went out and played. But they had paid for four players.

To shorten the story a bit, we called another friend, one we knew who did golf and who was only two hours away. She shrieked at the invitation and was there in 48 minutes, packed and ready to go. I, with two bad knees, and a very bad back, coul not have walked the straight length of a golf course with a compass, tape measure, course guide and directions broadcast over the public address system. So, I got to ride around, and be the party cut up, which was sort of fun. I don't know what the rules on the course are for drinking or not drinking but each and evey one of those ladies had a bottle of their favourite in their bags. And at one point I swore they were running gin through the fountains.

I had more fun watching these ladies, people I do business with, people who share the very serious side of their lives with me, while they got gently looped out in the warm sunlight and intermittent shade of a gorgeously manicured golf course. We let three groups go by us because for some reason we couldn't keep up with the pace. I wonder why.

Later that evening we were in the executive type lounge dining room, having decided against the seafood all-you-can-barf ... er ... I mean eat buffet. Something about drinking in the sunlight and being silly dizzy just doesn't seem to agree with seafood dinners. This is not something I knew since neither is something I do, drink and seafood, that is.

One of my friends started talking about one of her clients, she is a corporate banker. Her client was trying to figure out how to cash in his dinar when the times comes and have it all show up as a company thing but give him all the rights to spend it. Good honest type there. She and I seemed to be the only ones at the table who understood dinar. Until the waiter spoke up and started telling her what to look up and where to find answers. Seems he is a student studying finance and economics and knows some members of the club who are invested and has learned a lot. He couldn't give advice, since he is just a student but he have her directions to look, which was nice of him.

From there we went into the Casino. They started passing the free drinks, which I don't do. I was a fizzle when it came to golf. But man do I like to gamble. The problem is I like to gamble too much. So, I gave the desk clerk all but one of my cards to keep in the safe and not let me have until I leave, no matter now much I beg or cry. Now, when I gamble, I get silly, like someone who drinks and gets silly, that kind of thing. And I quite often win. I don't quit when I win, I keep playing till I am broke. That is why I don't go gambling. Great weekend eh? Golf and gambling and booze and none of it is my style. Anyway, I had a great time at the blackjack table. I prefer it to anything else. I win, lose, win, lose ... and sometimes I break even. I have even had times when I come home loaded with lots more than I took. Anyway, I get chatty ... who ... me? ... chatty? never! But I got talking to the dealer. And occasionally there was just me and he for a while. He asked me at one point if I was the person the waiter said was invested in dinar. Like any description of me wouldn't be obvious. So we talked a little bit about dinar and the investment. He said there were about a dozen people at the casino invested and all but one were previous military who brought the first ones home with them as souvenirs. Later when he was on a coffee break we sat and talked about it. He said that a lot of the people who pass through the golf course and casino are into dinar, if not heavily, at least solidly. They don't consider it a speculation other than in how much it will RV at. They are for sure it will come in and fairly soon it would seem. And according to him, other than people like my friends and I who go there for a weekend getaway, most of the people showing up there are members and can afford it all. His outlook on the dinar, as well as a few more words from the waiter later, led me to believe that whatever happens, the dinar is a good investment.

My only question now is whether it is still such a good investment with the American dollar doing such a nosedive.

Anyway, that is my golf story. And yes, golf and investment chat do mix.The best part for me was driving that little golf card all day. When the RV hits and I have my house just into the woods, with my friends house about a mile away on the other side of the woods, I am going to have lanes and speedways and a mini racetrack built for a pair of the golf carts that are made to look like firetrucks or old Model-T's.

Hope you found this interesting.

:)

smee2

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Good story! Enjoyed every word.

Being a golf professional myself, I can tell you that golf is a very difficult game to learn, so don't beat yourself up about not being good at it. It takes a long time to learn.

It is nice to hear that so many people are invested in the dinar. Sometimes I feel like a fool being invested. It is a strange investment...no way in the world I would ever sell what I have no matter how broke I became...the thought of an RV after I sold is unthinkable....something I would never get over. So, I wait, like everyone else...

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