I got out an old cardigan sweater this morning. That alone might cause one to question my sanity. But it has been rather cold here in central Pennsylvania, and I am growing tired of wearing the same sweaters over and over again.
So I pulled out a sweater from my cardigan phase–I went through that phase about 20 years ago. It may well have been 20 years since I’ve worn this sweater. It might give some sweaters a run for their money in an Ugly Sweater competition, but I like to golf, it’s all about that golf, I can’t play golf right now, and it is warm.
After I put it on I looked down and saw a piece of lint.
I tried to brush it off. Without success.
Out! Out! Damned spot!
I tried to pick it off.
Quoth the raven, “nevermore.”
Then, I realized it was the golf ball sitting on the green of my cardigan.
And this, of course, reminded me of my father and my golf ball from Heaven.
Probably should have just gone back to bed. You’ll know why in my next post to follow.