As I mentioned in the Traditional Tree blog, we ended up with quite a collection of sports ornaments. Mom and I are avid sports fans and particularly follow the Boston Bruins, Boston Celtics, Boston Red Sox and New England Patriots. We have been lucky, as all four teams have combined to win numerous championships in the past two decades, and many more prior to that.
Boston Red Sox – 2018, 2013, 2007, 2004
Boston Bruins – 2011
Boston Celtics – 2008
New England Patriots – 2018, 2016, 2014, 2004, 2003, 2001
That’s 12 championships in 18 years. That’s a lot of parades for Boston. Not too shabby.
Our tree is funky and quirky. It is an artificial tree, approximately 6′ tall, that I purchased at an after Christmas sale for less than $20. Is is a pre-lit tree, but the lights don’t seem to be evenly distributed, thus having some dark areas. I thought it had coloured lights and this year I was going to add a couple of extra sets but when I plugged it in to check it, I realized the lights are white.
Funky Quirky Sports Tree
We purchased many of the ornaments on our yearly trips back to the U.S. Many others were given to me by my cousin Norma who was always looking out for unique ones to add to our collection.
Red Sox Mini Bat & Ball and Mini Bruins mug
Norma gave us this Celtic Santa
Hand painted Fenway Park ball (compliments of Norma) and a Red Sox Snowman.
There are ornaments depicting championship.
2004 Boston Red Sox World Series Champs Keychain & Boston Celtics Candy Cane
2004 Boston Red Sox World Series Champs
This one is made by an Indigenous lady from Waycobah First Nation.
Incredible beadwork. One of my favourites
There are Celtics and Red Sox candy canes.
Red Sox Candy Cane and Red Sox Ball
Celtics Candy Cane and Red Sox Ribbon Garland
You will notice in the above picture that I have Red Sox Ribbon as garland. I also have Bruins shoelaces as garland too.
Bruins Shoelace Garland, Bruins LED Ball and Patriots License Plate
This year’s tree topper is a Red Sox Batting Helmet and a Red Sox Bow
The Red Sox mascot, Wally, sits under the tree along, with an Erik Karlsson bobblehead, that we got when we went to an Ottawa Senators game four years ago and a hockey player nutcracker.
Wally chillin’ under the tree. And another beautiful tree skirt made by Mom.
Eirk Karlsson bobblehead I got at a game in Ottawa. Live games are so much fun.
Hockey player nutcracker.
There are two mascots from the 2004 Athens Olympics; Phevos and Athena.
Phevos
Athena
Although our favourite four teams make up the majority of the ornaments, we do have some others.
Ottawa Senators Goalie Keychain
San Jose Sharks Ball
Colorado Avalanche Ball and Vancouver Canucks Snowman
I must not forget Mom’s curling rock, a sport she enjoys watching.
Curling Rock
And Snoopy also makes an appearance. He is HAPPY just like we are as we enjoy our sports tree.
Happy Snoopy
This tree is always fun to put up. It is usually the first one to be decorated and the last one to come down.
I hope you enjoyed the tour of our Sports Tree of Fame.
It’s Christmas Eve. Is there a better day to talk about Christmas trees? Yes, trees, plural, as we have several.
When I was very young, I couldn’t wait to see the Christmas tree come inside and get placed in its stand. I loved hanging the prettiest ornaments on the tree each year. The prettiest ones seemed to change from one year to the next. We had the traditional ball ornaments, with gorgeous designs, in many colours. Multi coloured mini lights were strung on every bough. An angel was nestled on the tree top, to watch over everyone. And then there was tinsel, lots and lots of tinsel. I can only describe the trees of my youth as being tinsel laden. The tinsel was saved from one year to the next. We very carefully removed it from the tree, draping it ever so delicately around a piece of cardboard, and placing it in a box. Some years, even new tinsel was added, but none ever seemed to be thrown out. Mom was the tinsel queen, slowly and deliberately placing each silver strand just right.
Christmas 1966
Christmas 1967
1969 pre-tinsel laden
In this blog I will introduce you to our traditional tree. For many years we had a real tree, but it became more difficult to find one in the woods and get it home, and taking one from town in our small Corolla was difficult. I had to strategically place it in the car, leaving enough of an opening to see around the branches, as I drove home. We finally gave in and bought an artificial tree described as, a pre-lit Etna Pine 6′ 5”. It was indeed pre-lit for a few years, but gradually strands would stop working, but only after they were tested, worked fine, and the tree was decorated. How many times I had to un-decorate to try to find out what was wrong. After a few years of this frustration, I removed the lights and purchased new sets to put on the tree. We like the tree and although it is showing some age we don’t really want to get a new one just yet.
6’5″ Once upon a time pre-lit Etna Pine
That’s my Grandfather MacDougall overlooking the tree. Grandmother is beside him but doesn’t often get in the picture.
Several years ago, we noticed that we had many homemade ornaments that we had either made, purchased at community sales, or had been given to us. One year we decided to use only the homemade ornaments and not put any balls or tinsel on the tree. Twenty plus years later, we continue this tradition. For a few years, we were adding pewter ornaments as well, but we soon realized we had enough to do just a pewter tree. We had also collected many sports related ornaments, mostly the Boston Red Sox, Boston Celtics, Boston Bruins and New England Patriots, with a smattering of several other teams. A sports tree was then created. It is quirky and funky and we love it. There aren’t, and never will be, any Toronto Raptors, Toronto Maple Leafs, Montreal Canadiens, or New York Yankees ornaments on our sports tree. I’ll introduce you to the pewter and sports trees in another blog.
Our traditional tree has white lights. It is topped with a gorgeous angel that Sandy (brother) gave us a long time ago. She is elegant and dressed in a Nova Scotian Tartan. We adore her.
Nova Scotia Tartan Angel Tree Topper
The bottom of the tree is finished in Mom’s beautiful tree skirt. She appliqued several patterns of holly leaves around the edge. Amongst the leaves are red holly berries, which are made of circles of red material stuffed and pulled tightly together to form a ball. She quilted the tree skirt in a grid and at the intersection of stitching she sewed a pearl looking bead. There are 150 beads and each one is sewn on individually. At the time we had two cats and she feared they may pull one of the beads off and then the whole string would come undone. It was a labour of love. She made a few of these and only very special people got them. (The cats never touched the beads but as soon as the tree skirt was placed beneath the tree, they would crawl underneath and lie down. )
Mom’s beautiful quilted tree skirt
There are many homemade ornaments but we’ve added a few others that have special meaning to us. I picked up a couple when I was in Ireland two years ago. One is a Belleek shamrock and the other is a snowman from Donegal. I also have a lovely shamrock in the colours of the Irish flag made by my friend Gina of The White Turtle.
Belleek Shamrock
Donegal Snowman
Irish Shamrock – The White Turtle
We have several glass ornaments made by Philip Walsh of Island Crystalin Albert Bridge, Cape Breton. There are candy canes, a Cape Breton kiss and a colourful icicle.
Crystal Candy Cane & Icicle
Cape Breton Kiss
Red Candy Cane
Some of our ornaments are items made by people in the community. One is a teddy bear made by the late Marney Urquhart. Two that were made by Ina Marshall are a Santa Claus and a mailbox. The mailbox came with two Hershey kisses in it when we first bought it. When we hang them we think of the people that made them.
Marney Urquhart’s Teddy Bear
Ina Marshall’s Santa
Ina Marshall’s Mailbox
We have a crocheted bell that was used as a pew marker at my friend Susan’s wedding.
Crocheted bell and one of many bird feeders.
Mom has a ceramic map of Martha’s Vineyard, where she was born and brought up.
Ceramic Martha’s Vineyard
We have a reindeer made of jigsaw puzzle pieces. We enjoy jigsaw puzzles, so this is quite fitting.
Jigsaw puzzle pieces – Reindeer
There are plastic canvas and cross stitch ornaments that I made.
Cross stitch hanging
l1 of 12 Mary Maxim cross stitch
Plastic Canvas
And many bird feeders that Mom made. We love watching the birds outdoors, so it is appropriate for us to have bird feeders, as well as birds on the tree.
Many bird feeders made by Mom
Being avid knitters, no tree is complete without some knitting.
Sock
Santa’s hat
Candy Cane
We also have lots of sea creatures too.
Starfish Santa
Oyster Shell Santa
Mussel Shell Angel
My favourite – Sea Urchin Shell Snowman
So many other ornaments as well. Here’s just a sampling:
Crocheted Music Notes
Celtic Knot
Drift wood Santa from Maine
Surfing Santa
Lightbulb Snowman
Special ornament from my late friend, Esther, of Ohio
Scrimshaw Lobster Claw
Scrimshaw Whale Tail
Mom’s Cape Breton Moose
Hand Carved Wooden Santa
As you can see, our tree is a trip down memory lane. It’s a chance for us to remember friends and family who made, or gifted, us many of the ornaments. Many are breakable and will be carefully wrapped and stowed away until next year. Every year we seem to add one or two new ornaments, but if that continues we’ll have to start another tree.
This is tree number one of four. I’ll try to do a blog on the others in the next week or two. I’ll likely combine two together, as they are smaller and basically self explanatory.
All pictures taken by me over the past couple of years.
I don’t remember learning to knit. Like learning my ABC’s, 1 2 3’s and Do Re Mi’s, it was just something I learned, with no recollection of doing so. What I have been told is that when I was about 4 years old, my Mom was knitting and I asked her to teach me. She wasted no time and had knitting needles and yarn in my hand immediately. I do remember my first project was a headband. I also remember not liking to purl, but apparently that is normal for new knitters. I’m over that now.
1969 – I was either 3 or 4, but thinking closer to 4. My first knitting project was a white headband.
I’ve now been knitting over 50 years. I love it and rarely a day goes by that I haven’t knit. My favourite time is between 6:30 and 7am, when I catch up on the overnight sports, while knitting before I go to work. Over the years I’ve knit dozens of Lopi sweaters (remember them), Irish Fisherman knit sweaters, once making on for the late Liam Clancy on a challenge from him, afghans, blankets, baby outfits, mitts, hats, scarfs, neck-warmers, socks and more. Occasionally I have knit as an extra source of income. I remember receiving a frantic call on December 10 (my birthday, that’s how I remember) wondering if I could make a particular sweater for a gentleman, as a Christmas gift for his wife. I accepted the order and did complete it which also included having to locate the yarn. Dear lord, whatever was I thinking? I was unemployed at that time, so I could dedicate many hours of daily knitting. It was a pattern with a lot of intricate cables and some of which I’d never done before. I finished it on December 23rd. Never again would I do that.
Mom, Liam Clancy modelling the sweater I made him, Me.
Neckwarmers
Mermaid blanket
Aran baby outfit
Shawl
My obsession now is socks. I love socks. I have no idea where my love of socks began, but I believe it was when I had a newspaper route and I’d get so many pairs of socks for Christmas. I like all kinds of socks from commercially made to homemade, from light weight to heavy weight, from long socks to shorties, from multi-coloured to one colour, from wool to cotton; I just love socks. Knitting socks is my all-time favourite thing to knit. There are so many patterns, so many types of yarn, so many colours of yarn, so many combinations of toes, heels and ribbing. It’s fun to experiment with variegated yarns, to see how they pool when knit in a rib, or stockinette stitch or in a pattern. Sometimes it works and sometimes it most definitely doesn’t work.
Favourite sports team socks
Alligator socks
Who doesn’t like tie dye socks?
Standfield’s wool socks that are 37 years old. Can’t wear them out.
Hand made cable socks
Hand made self striping wool socks.
Hand made yoga socks.
I often have small amounts of yarn leftover after making a larger pair of socks. I use the leftovers to make a mini sock to hang on a tree. The tree remains up all year and whenever I look at it, I remember the people I made the socks for when I look at the matching mini sock.
Mini sock tree
I’m also working on a blanket using leftover sock yarn. Some of the yarn has been given to me by friends who knit socks and don’t use the leftovers. This is a work in progress and will take time to complete.
Leftover sock yarn blanket
There is nothing better than finding a nice yarn shop to visit. When I travel, it is one thing I try to find and have found some dandies in Edgartown, Massachusetts, Freeport, Maine and closer to home in Tatamagouche and Baddeck, Nova Scotia. My favourite was Baadeck Yarns in Baddeck. (No, that is not a spelling error. It is a play on words.) Baadeck Yarns was located in the home of the owner of the shop, Pat Fields. Pat was wonderful. She was always willing to help with a pattern, find the perfect yarn, suggest a new product or just let you browse. Her shop was beautiful and even if I didn’t buy anything, I just felt a calmness being amongst all the gorgeous fibres, the colours, the displays, the large spinning wheel in the loft, and the peacefulness that came with a visit. It was therapeutic. Sadly Pat closed her shop last year. I still miss it and I’ve not been to Baddeck since she closed.
Spinning wheel in the loft of the former Baadeck Yarns.
Former Baadeck Yarns shop
On a happy note, there is now a mobile yarn shop called “Tracy’s Rolling Yarn Shop”, owned by Tracy Stubbard. Tracy tells me she started knitting dishclothes when she worked at a call centre, but then got away from knitting. In 2014 a co-worker taught her how to knit socks and she has just grown from there knitting many things, but she always has a pair of socks on the go. In 2017 she was diagnosed with cancer. After her treatments finished she started working with Pat at Baadeck Yarns. When Pat said she wanted to retire, Tracy jokingly said she would buy a bus and take Baadeck Yarns on the road. Then 2020 arrives, as does Covid, a second cancer diagnosis for Tracy, and Pat retires and sells her house where her shop was located. In the meantime Tracy had already bought a trailer and was working to make it look like a yarn shop. She purchases Pat’s inventory and it just grew from there. Now Tracy takes the yarn shop on the road to places like Cheticamp, Baddeck, Antigonish, Arichat, Bouladerie, Port Hawkesbury, etc. and when not on the road she sets up in her own driveway in Dominion. In Tracy’s words, “I’m grateful that I was able to follow through with this, as everyday I wake up is a blessing. And it’s the most rewarding job, because all the customers are happy and they are loving my concept!!” I know I’m loving her concept and have visited her Rolling Shop three times already. She has a lot packed into her trailer. It reminds me of visiting Baadeck Yarns, as she has wonderful displays, she arranges her colours and types of yarn to make it so eye appealing, and her quality of yarn is second to none.
Tracy’s Rolling Yarn Shop Trailer
Tracy Stubbard
Richard Devrieze yarns. Look at those colours.
More delicious yarn
Needles and notions
Fleece Artist – one of my favourites. Love the names like Lupine, Nova Scotia Tartan, Cape Breton Tartan, Lotus and Tracy’s Purples.
More inventory
If you are a knitter, do yourself a favour and visit Tracy’s Rolling Yarn Shop. Follow Tracy on Facebook by searching Tracy’s Rolling Yarn Shop for her travel schedule and/or check out her website www.tracysyarns.ca .
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Slow down and smell the coffee, the cake baking in the oven, the clear crisp winter air, the clothes you hung on the line, or your favourite body lotion. One thing Covid has taught us all, is that life was passing us by, all too fast. Everyone has had to slow down, whether they wanted to or not. Make the most of it. Enjoy it while it lasts, because once we our out of the pandemic, I believe pandemonium will once again take over.
A few little things….
Our driveway had become very icy after a snow/freezing rain/rain event recently. A wonderful friend and neighbour noticed how icy it was, early one morning, and had one of his employees sand our driveway for us. We are so lucky to live in a community where we all look after one another. This meant a lot to us.
Jigsaw puzzles – they are such fun, even when they are ridiculously hard, like a puzzle of wine corks we did last winter. We were determined to get that one done, no matter what, and dear me, it was a corker…no pun intended. But having a puzzle under way is so much fun. Mom and I will work on it for a long time, just shuffling pieces, maybe not even talking, but just determined to make progress.
By far the hardest puzzle we ever did. I used a real cork as good luck. This one kept us sharp, even when we were flat. We presently have a Van Gogh on the go.
Farm Fresh Eggs – there is nothing like heading to a local farm to buy eggs. The eggs are so much better than those in the stores. The yolks are so bright, often almost orange. The shells are brown, white and greenish. And sometimes we luck out and get a double yolker. A trip to the farm means seeing the calves chowing down, the chickens running loose and sometimes the kittens are romping in an apple tree. And always a cheerful conversation with Tanya. We are privileged to have farms nearby to supply us with eggs, meats and wool.
The Lilac FarmVarious colours of farm fresh eggs. One of the calves at the Lilac Farm.
Getting lost in a good book. I’ve read some great ones lately; One Good Reason: A Memoir of Addiction and Recovery, Music and Love by Andrea Aragon and Sean McCann, The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz and Brighten the Corner Where You Are by Carol Bruneau.
Flying a Kite – although I haven’t done this recently, I did fly my kite on Point Michaud beach a couple of years ago. I had never been to Point Michaud, so that in itself was awesome. There was a decent wind, which made flying my kite incredible. There is something so free about kite flying. The next time someone tells me to ‘go fly a kite’, I just might take them up on the offer.
Kite Flying
While out for a walk today I glanced up towards the sky and I saw the whitest seagull soaring overhead. The contrast with the deep blue sky was beautiful. It was a WOW moment and I didn’t get a picture.
I also saw lots of animal tracks everywhere. The full moon was this morning at 3:17, called the snow moon, so I can only believe the animals had a bit of a party last night. Apparently they don’t have to social distance. I wish they would invite me sometime. I saw otter, muskrat, deer and fox tracks all over.
Lots of deer tracks.
The other side of….
the otter slide.
While checking on a seasonal property today, I glanced across the road at an old farm field. I noticed a fox rooting in the tuffs of grass not covered with snow. I watched it for a few minutes and saw him leaping high into the air, landing and burrowing his face in the snowy brown grass. It is amazing to watch how high they can leap. He was obviously hunting for his lunch.
Sly as a fox. I think it wanted to be friends.
I love getting home from work to find a ‘squishy’ parcel that arrived in the mail. This week it was from Biscotte Yarn in Quebec. I’ve never purchased or used their yarn before, so I was excited to open up and see what I was sent. I was not disappointed. Lovely colours. And 5 unique sock patterns. I can’t wait to feel these fibres moving through my fingers, as I knit socks for special people.
Look at those gorgeous colours. Now to decide which one to use first.
Making a new recipe and being presently surprised at how good it was. Today I made stew in the slow cooker. I’m not a lover of stew and have not had much luck finding a recipe that I like. We had some beef stew meat from another local farm, Katherine Farms, which I wanted to use. I have to say this recipe was quite delicious and the meat was very tender and tasty. I’ll be making this again. I think the secret was the caraway seeds. Yum.
Beef stew in the slow cooker.
Pictures, pictures and more pictures – I get such enjoyment out of taking my camera for a walk. There is almost always something interesting to take a picture of. (I don’t think I should end a sentence with a preposition. Hopefully Mrs. MacDonald or Mrs. MacKenzie-MacKay won’t read this.)
Another otter slide.
Through the patio hole.
Who remembers tire swings? This one is a Goodyear.
These friends are never far away. I saw them soaring before landing on the ice for a rest.
Ice covered rocks on the beach.
A snarly gnarly uprooted tree partially coated in ice.
Look up, way up and take note of what you see.
I’m thankful for the gorgeous weather on Thursday past, as I had to take Mom to Antigonish to the eye doctor. It’s always an iffy time of year to travel. Also very thankful to see the warm glow of the kitchen lights, as I arrive home from work, when the roads are not always perfect for driving.
Now just take a few minutes and think about the little things are you thankful for today. As we continue to navigate this crazy time, try to focus on the positives. We are truly so very lucky in so many ways.
All photos are taken by me using either a Canon Powershot or a Nikon Coolpix.
What is it about finding golf balls, that I find so therapeutic and rewarding? I learned a long time ago, not to go walking on the local golf course without a bag or two, or a knapsack with me. I just never have enough pockets to pick up all the balls I find.
As we have been blessed with such glorious weather the past few days, I had another urge to get out and enjoy the fresh air. I decided to hike a few holes of the golf course, in hopes of finally seeing some wildlife, that seems to have disappeared in the last couple of days. With hiking poles, knapsack and camera in tow, I was off for a couple of hours of hiking.
I had barely started my hike, when I heard a friendly “hello”. I turned and a young man was approaching me, politely inquiring as to what I was doing. I explained I was just walking, hoping to take some pictures and pick golf balls. He said ‘oh, okay then. I thought you were doing a survey of some kind’. He wished me well and told me to have a nice walk. A survey? I’m not sure what kind of survey he thought I’d be doing, but I thought to myself, maybe I’ll survey golf balls. The dimple faced spheres soon started popping up all around me. Some were laying out in the open, making me wonder how they were never found, while others were only showing a dimple or two, making me wonder how I ever saw them. There were the common white, yellow/green, pink, and orange balls, but then I found a very brilliant reddish orange one that was almost harsh to look at, and no sooner did I find that one when an extremely brilliant yellow one appeared. Upon looking closer the word ‘neon’ was on one of them. That was absolutely a perfect name for them. I wonder do they glow in the dark?
Callaway – Neon red/orange – almost harsh.
Neon Yellow
Do they glow in the dark?
I was a golfer for many years, but I didn’t initially take to the game at all. My Uncle Hughie started golfing when he was in his 70’s. He was a lefty and so was I. Many times he tried to persuade me to take his clubs and give it a try, but I wasn’t interested. Finally one day, when I was about 12, I decided to try the sport. After 6 holes, shooting around 120, I looked way up in the distance towards the flag on the number 7 green and couldn’t imagine climbing uphill yet again. I threw the club back in the bag and cut through the woods for home. That was the end of my golfing for many years. Then in 1990 when I started working at the golf course, and golfing was free for employees, I took up the sport again. I quickly realized how much I enjoyed the game, especially when those high scores started coming down. I basically became addicted and would golf at least 9 holes daily. There were days I couldn’t make a bad shot, but other days when I couldn’t make a good one. It can be a frustrating game and so much of it is all mental preparation. I had so much fun golfing with friends, playing in tournaments, especially scrambles, participating in a night-time tournament with glow in the dark balls, making incredible shots and missing tap ins. Finally all that ceased, when I got a ‘grip’ on my game, and gave it up cold turkey, in 1997. I have only golfed, on occasion, in the McCarthy family scramble since. I don’t miss it. I can’t justify the time, money or frustration of chasing a little white ball around a field, or in the woods anymore. But I still have this unbelievable desire to find golf balls.
Attributed to Mark Twain but no one really knows. I agree with the quote.
Today was rewarding. I came home with 176 balls in no time. I was saying ‘just one more’ from the time I had found 50 until finding my last ball near the parking lot before heading home. It’s like looking for Easter eggs, only I can’t eat golf balls. I love the different colours, although I have yet to find a purple one. And yes, there are purples balls. There are so many colours; navy, black, dark green, aqua, light pink, dark pink, light orange, dark orange, red, purple, neon, pastels and more. I don’t have many other than the normal yellow, pink, orange and white and now a few of the neon ones, but that purple one has continued to elude me and it is the one colour I’d really like to find.
Besides different colours, there are, of course, different makes of balls; Nike, Taylor Made, Callaway, Bridgestone (yup, they make more than tires), Top-Flight, Maxfli (my favourite. My only hole in one came using a Maxfli Master), Titleist (the one ball I hated. No matter how good my shot was, it took on a path of its own, never going where it was supposed to), and others. In my pursuit of the purple ball, I’m also finding newer brands like Srixon, Volvik, and Noodle.
Srixon
Titleist
Nike
Taylor Made
Noodle
Getting back to the original question, just what is it about finding balls that is so pleasing? I have no idea. When I’m walking the golf course, I am totally oblivious to anything happening in the world. I may have great intentions of passing the time while walking, thinking about things, but I totally lose all concentration and become obsessed with finding balls. And I get this little thrill with each ball I find. I sometimes turn them over in my hand and see symbols, messages or someone’s initials. I try to think of who’s balls I’m finding, especially if there are initials. For instance; DJ. – Dustin Johnson, W.G. – Wayne Gretzky (keeping it in the family), S. C. – Santa Claus, BB – Big Bird. Now that would be quite a sight, seeing Big Bird golfing. That one made me laugh out loud. The best haul I made today was bending over to pick up a ball and finding six, all within arms length. And seeing two more very close by. It can also be a hazardous pastime. I just can’t let a ball go, so I find myself climbing up or down embankments, that I really have no reason even thinking I can navigate, let alone actually trying. Or hanging over a fallen try reaching, stretching as far as I can, only to realize my feet are no longer in contact with the ground and yes, I’m taking a header just for one little dimple faced orbit of plastic, elastic and rubber. But the reward of grabbing the ball, and stuffing it in a jacket pocket, is so worth the dangerous predicament.
This is an odd colour. it is white, but it seems it has an outer layer of clear coat. This one looks like a soccer ball. Many have symbols on them. This one is breast cancer which seemed a popular find today. Two blue dots beside the 3 to identify this owner. AF who could this be? I’m betting on my friend Alex Forgeron. People use interesting ways to identify their balls. Maxfli – In my golfing days I loved a Maxfli Master. This was the last ball I found. What a great message for 2021!!! It was perfect. HOPE
What will I do with the 176 balls found today? Add them to the stash of thousands I have already found. Maybe I’ll have a roadside kiosk, on weekends, next summer and make a few bucks. Hmm….would that be taxable income? Maybe I’ll start crafting with them. Snowmen and snow-women maybe….likely not.
I guess the answer, to the question is that it can be thrilling, exciting, dangerous in a fun way, relaxing, surprising, an escape from every day thoughts, a workout, adrenalin rush, calming, rewarding, satisfying, and unsatisfying, until I find that purple one. The search will go on.
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