Candyman

Well, the actual term was candy ass. That’s what NK called me last night. It all started Sunday morning as we were going through the normal routine; drink coffee, read the paper and look at the ads. Since it is close to Christmas I tend to pay a little more attention to what she says while she goes through the ads (I must admit I don’t listen very well most of the time as she reads the ads out loud).
She mentioned something about a nice jewelry box and JCP’s and then another at Kohls so the light goes on and I shelve it in the recess of my left frontal lobe (hoping it will remain there and will not try to hide from me later when I need it as things like this seem to do). Page forward to yon golf course later in the day.

It was a rather chilly day on Sunday, a little drizzle, a little wind to start. Not to worry though, last year I bought a golf cart cover, it looks like this:








It helps keep the wind and rain out and makes it bearable unless it is COLD. Around here most people put their golf clubs away shortly after Labor Day, at least by the end of September. There are a few of us that refuse to quit no matter what. I have a limit of 40 degrees. If the temperature is 40 or above you may find me on the golf course. That does not mean it is not cold, there is the thing called the wind chill factor that can make your hands and feet so cold that you wonder what the hell is wrong with you.

Page back to yon golf course and discussion about cold. Another hearty soul that also purchased a cover last year bought a heater to go along with it. They look like this:















This was brought to my attention today while braving the coolness so I thought now that would make a nice present. Since I was given the J-box hint earlier in the day I thought I would mention that a heater would make a nice gift and guess what I got………I got called a candyass, a woosie, a non-hacker.