Summer Holiday

The Boy and I are enjoying a brief summer vacation, after The General and Sid's departure. Yesterday, we went swimming at the city pool, which was crowded but fun. The Boy demonstrated his "dives" to me, which mostly meant a running jump off the springboard with his arms outstretched and body leaning forward. Landing in the water like a lop-sided parachute, he would emerge with a grin splitting his face from ear to ear.
Today, we went and played "real" golf, i.e. not mini-golf but the adjacent par-3. He played with the only club in the loaner kid-set for which he was big enough, the sand-wedge. His putting was impressive, but not as impressive as the fact that he lasted all 9 holes. At the end, he said."Man, that was harder than I thought it would be; when you see it on tv, they make it look so easy."
That, in a nutshell, is the tragedy of golf.
Nothing that a grape slushy can't cure, though, which is what he had for lunch, and came back home and made a "Get Well Soon" card for the Dwag and another for his mother's birthday.