During my time off between jobs, I’ve kind of felt like I’m on maternity leave, but without a baby. When I’m not working, I lunch around the neighborhood, go to yoga, all the things the moms do. I feel like once I finally do have a baby, maybe I’ll be that much closer to having the hang of it (though I bet most parents would say the baby is the hard part…).
In contrast, this week Alex and I took a vacation to the Cape that felt like retirement, without retiring. Everywhere we went, everyone was ruddy-faced and over 70. Nowhere was this more true than the golf course, where we spent more time than I’m comfortable admitting.
Though none of us knew it in the 20 years before Alex came along and pointed it out, my parents’ house is 5 minutes away from two great public golf courses. I am nowhere near good enough at golf to understand the mysteries of what makes a “good course”, but I do know a good golf pencil when I see it, and Dennis Pines and Dennis Highlands delivered.
Note the lovely primary colors, the lack of eraser (pointless because they never work on the glossy golf cards, and ugly on such a short instrument), and the bold, Gotham-y type. Perfect (unlike my game).



