Murder on the 8th hole

Murder on the 8th hole? It very well could have been.

When hubby and I travel, we usually play a round of golf in our vacation town. “We” play golf. No, he plays golf and I play like his caddy. Usually it goes pretty much the same. He is focused on his game, in the zone.

I am not, which gives me plenty of time to focus on other things. Like – finding the shade for caddy. So what if hubby has to walk out to his ball to play. I want the shade because we usually play in 90 degree weather. That’s freaking hot! And finding the beer cart – I mean, drink cart. Caddy needs to stay hydrated. Oh and I can’t leave out the scenery that I like to focus on.

I take pictures of everything. Seems like most of my favorite golf pictures are of the little bridges that cross over the small creeks. It is not uncommon for me to send the pictures to my best bud. She then gives me pointers on how to achieve the best shots. Sometimes it translates into my brain and works; sometimes it doesn’t. But together she and I try to take great golf scene pictures. Remember, she is the photographer; I am the writer.

Back to the title of this blog. Murder???? This most recent golf/caddy trip could have turned into violence early on. See, I know golf is a gentleman’s game. Problem is, I’m not a gentleman. No where close.

We had the pleasure of playing with a Hot Springs resident who is also retired from the Navy. It was a joy meeting this guy! And caddy here is so glad he didn’t pin me to the rules of golf.

There are too many rules for this gal.

  • Don’t walk between the ball and the hole.
  • Be quiet.
  • Don’t drive the fun little cart while someone is hitting their ball.
  • Don’t park in front of the person if they are stopped at their ball.
  • Be quiet.
  • Don’t use your phone during the round.
  • Don’t stand behind someone while they are hitting.
  • Be quiet.

So you get it. Rules, and all this caddy wants is to enjoy the game. By game I mean the scenery. I want to take pictures to remember the place. The rolling hills, the creeks, bridges, random wildlife, etc. My creativity wants to flow out in the open air. I can’t do this if I’m obstructed by rules.

So, hubby has always wanted me to write a romantic suspense book about a murder on the fairway. We came really close to getting that story in Hot Springs! Hell, I can barely keep up with rules of writing, much less adding in rules of golf. So when I write that murder story for hubby, it will have to be after a lot more research on golf etiquette.

Till next time – Taylor

Vacation – Time to Get Away

Vacation – Time to get away!! I love travelling and visiting different places. Growing up, and most of my adult life, we did not take family vacations often. Like, never. Since my marriage to hubby the last ten years, I have vacationed more in this time than all the other vacations added up.

Recently we took a trip to Hot Springs, Arkansas. Beautiful little piece of the Earth scattered with lakes, mountains, picturesque golf courses (another blog on that to come later – you don’t want to miss those antics!), hot springs bubbling up from the ground and streaming down from the mountains. This has been by far one of my most favorite places to visit.

But this post isn’t really about where I vacationed. Nope, it’s about favorite and least favorite things we encounter on vacations. I’m sure you can relate to some of these. Chime in with your own comments.

Favorites on vacation

FOOD. Enough said. Well, okay, let’s elaborate. When on vacation I always try¬†something native to the area whether it is seafood, BBQ, or anything in between. I couldn’t find anything in particular Hot Springs is famous for, so I ate everything in between. Oh, but I do give a shout out to Granny’s Kitchen for the best hot ham & cheese po-boy and fried okra.

SCENERY. I love the scene I am with. Earlier this year it was the beach (my absolute favorite!!). This trip I felt the warm breeze rolling off the lake as well as the crisp scent of piney woods. Hot Springs is a beautiful town. So much to see and take in. And more history there than I thought.

SCHEDULE. It’s vacation, baby. There is no schedule. Relax by the pool when you need a break from being a tourist. Traipse down the main strip with others. Climb mountains when you feel you have the energy. Chill outside a Hot Springs Bathhouse and people watch. Whatever you do, do it on your own schedule.

Least favorites on vacation

FOOD. Yeah, after a while, food fills your belly and you don’t want to look at it, smell it, or taste it. By the end of vacation, I am ready for some good home cooking. Did someone say deer roast?

SCHEDULE. My absolute least favorite is the schedule on the last day of vacation with hubby. No, it’s not what you think. It boils down to – I am tired and I need my sleep!!! Do we really have to get up so damn early and hit the road home? Is one freaking hour more of sleep going to put us that much later? UGH.

This post was meant to be written this morning when I was “in the moment” and starving for sleep. I knew if I didn’t write it then, it would not come out like my sleep deprived mind wanted it to. So yes, you have the toned down version. lol

But anyway, overall, vacations are a time to get away. I love them every time. And check back for some posts about some of the places I have visited.

What about you? Share some pics and thoughts on vacations you’ve experienced, or comment on vacations in general.

Love, hugs, and kisses – Taylor