Geriatric Golf

J:  Our dad likes to golf, but he's not much of a golfer.  His true love is (was) tennis, but since he's had to hang up the racquet he has picked up the game of golf as a poor substitute.  The problem with golf (per our dad) is that it's not fast enough.  The necessary travel from one shot to the next is tedious.  And if he should have to wait to hit that next shot, the wait is almost unbearable.  So he plays as fast as he possibly can.  He's been playing like this for years.  

Add a little Alzheimers into the equation, and what results is a game that really doesn't resemble golf much at all.  AD renders him unable to choose the correct club, so, left to his own devices, he will play with his driver right up to the green (today he actually putted with it!) He is also unable to keep track of his ball. This is sort of a blessing and a curse.  Without guidance, he will hit anyone's ball, but, because he doesn't know where his ball landed, we are often able to relocate it to a better lie before he gets to it.  That's the blessing.  Scoring has also become an issue.  He is routinely optimistic about his score.  After hacking the ball up the fairway six or seven times, he will turn to his partner in all seriousness and ask "am I lying two or three?"  We always share his optimistic assessment and agree that he's lying a two.

We were able to get out for two rounds this weekend while K was in town.  All of the above antics occurred with regularity during each outing.  But do you know what?  He had a great time!  The weather was fine and he was busy.  He had just enough good shots to keep him interested in the game.  And, of course, at the end of each round he had a cold Dortmunder waiting for him. It was great to spend the holiday on the links.   Another couple of rounds in the books!