Golfing and Eating

Yesterday we had a nice lunch at Tai Pei, a chinese restaurant. It was delicious and the place even had tablecloths! The we resumed our search for a good deck umbrella. We think we found one at Home Depot and plan to go back and pick it up today. Later I called my mother to see how she was doing and encouraged her to keep taking her meds. She sounded good, and carried on a good conversation. She doesn't care for the heat. I told her that when she stays inside she can work on my shirts. I want to get them when we go back down to see her.

In the afternoon, we met with Russ and Kathy in Butler. Dee went to see Mama Mia with Kathy and Russ and I went golfing with Steffy and Bob. We played the back nine at Saxony golf course. It was a nice day, except for the 20 minute thunderstorm. Then we finished the evening with dinner at the Field House. It's not far from the golf course. Excellent food, and even some to bring home.

Then I took Bonz for a walk around the court so he could get some exercise since he'd been in his crate while we went to Butler.

My sister, Faye, sent Dee a sympathy card after Dee's mom died. The card has a poem on it that I'd like to share. It'c called, "The Rose Beyond the Wall"

Near shady wall a rose once grew, Budded and blossomed in God's free light, Watered and fed by morning dew, Shedding it's sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall, Slowly rising to loftier height, It came to a crevice in the wall Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength With never a thought of fear or pride, It followed the light through the crevice's length And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view Were found the same as they were before, And it lost itself in beauties new, Breathing its fragrance more and more.

Shall claim of death cause us to grieve And make our courage faint and fall? Nay! Let us faith and hope receive - The rose still grows beryond the wall,

Scattering fragrance far and wide Just as it did in days of yore, Just as it did on the other side, Just as it will forevermore." (from the wirtings of A. L. Frink