Studly Doright posed with course designer Arnold Palmer before playing a great round of golf at Tralee. The guys all agreed it was one of the best courses they’ve ever played.
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Another Day…
Another day, another beer!
After a day of riding a tour bus and touring the Muckross House near Killarney, several of us found a small pub and enjoyed a locally brewed beer. I had the Killarney pilsner. It was lip-smacking good!
Here’s another Irish toast befitting the occasion:
Irish Quotes
I wish you health, I wish you well, and happiness galore.
I wish you luck for you and friends; what could I wish you more?
May your joys be as deep as the oceans, your troubles as light as its foam.
And may you find, sweet peace of mind, where ever you may roam.
Peace from Killarney, County Kerry, Ireland.
When in Ireland…
When in Ireland, do as the Irish do!
I’m operating on three hours of sleep after a long flight, but managed to down a pint or two of Guinness at a highly recommended pub before our room was ready. Maybe I need to relocate to Ireland.
Here’s an Irish blessing that seemed appropriate for this momentous occasion:
“When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let’s all get drunk, and go to heaven!”
Souvenirs from Universal Studios, Orlando
Studly Doright and I were in Orlando, Florida, on Monday and Tuesday this week, prior to flying to Shannon, Ireland, on Wednesday. He had meetings to attend, while I had some time on my hands. Monday I treated myself with a trip to one of the outlet malls, but on Tuesday I decided it was high time I visited The Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios.
I walked all the way back to where the map indicated Harry Potter’s world would be. I saw the bus, and I took a selfie in front of #12 Privet Drive, but I was confused. Where was Diagon Alley? I walked all the way around the area, but was stymied. Was this all there was?
I’m such a Muggle, but on a hunch I walked through a nondescript opening in an unmarked brick wall, and voila!
Diagon Alley! Honest, one can’t see this opening from the area where the triple decker knight bus and Privet Drive are, even though they’re just a few feet away. How wonderfully magical to be forced to stumble onto it!
Butter beer is pretty damned tasty; although, there’s no actual beer in it. Drat.
I ogled the newest Firebolt model:
By far the longest line in Diagon Alley was formed outside the wand store. I spoke with a little girl who was still giddy that the wand she purchased had chosen her. I was tempted to join the queue, but I’ll wait until I can bring my grandkids. And a wand in my hands might not be a good idea. I solemnly swear that I’m up to no good.
So, what were my souvenirs?
A pair of scraped palms, and a skinned knee.
I fell, having failed to realize that the curb was about five inches higher than my bifocal lenses led me to believe. Fortunately a couple of young men rushed to my aid, and helped me to my feet. The part that’s the most injured is my pride. It could’ve been much worse, so I’ll take my lumps as a renewed call for caution.
Packing Hell
I’m trying to pack for an eight day trip to Ireland with a two day stay in Orlando prior to the flight. So, ten outfits should do the trick, right? Then would someone tell me why I’ve packed a carry on bag to full capacity along with a suitcase the size of Delaware, and I’m still wondering if I’m taking enough along.
Studly Doright’s side of the large suitcase contains exactly one pair of shorts or pants for each day and a complementary shirt, along with an equal number of underpants and pairs of socks. He’s not even taking a carry on bag; although, he will have his golf bag in tow.
I’m stressing out, but I found this message tucked in with the packing humor in Pinterest.
Thank goodness none of the above takes up space in a suitcase. I’m all out.
Peace, people.
Happy Father’s Day
This was originally posted on Sunday, June 17, 2016.
Gerald Delane Hall
Husband
Father
Grandfather 
Brother
Son
Great grandfather
Friend
A special man, my dad, not perfect, heck, he didn’t even try to be. But he was fun:
–Teller of inappropriate jokes, and a gambling fool.
–Measurer of miles in terms of six packs consumed.
–Lacking political correctness, yet treated everyone as an equal.
–Maker of friends wherever he went.
–Soft of heart.
–My biggest fan.
I miss this man.
A Little Slice of Haven
For Mother’s Day my son purchased a couple of gift certificates for me for services at Haven, a spa in Tallahassee. I’m a big fan of spas and believe there should be one on every corner, like Starbucks or McDonalds, where patrons just walk up to a counter and order “a deep tissue massage with a side of facial.” Now that would be a perfect world.
I do treat myself to spa treatments fairly regularly, but I’d never been to Haven. Their website was great, and I was able to book my appointment online. That was a big plus, in my book.
Being a bit of an overachiever, I scouted out the location of the spa one afternoon last week when I was in the neighborhood. Inside Haven the vibe was just the right sort of mellow. As an added plus, one of my favorite local cafés, Canopy Road, was nearby.
Today was the big day. I arrived a few minutes early for my 60-minute acupressure massage with Steve Peuckert, and was met at the door by a friendly young woman, Pam, I believe, who had me complete the easy peasy paperwork for a first timer.
One of my pet peeves is going to a new spa and having to fill out two sides of a form. By the time I’m finished I’m more stressed than I was when I entered. But Haven’s questionnaire had five quick questions. Even I don’t mind answering five questions.
Steve took me back immediately and soon I was drifting away into the land of ahhhhhs. I’m an aficionado of great massage therapists, and Steve skyrocketed to the top of my list. The man knows his stuff. I rebooked before leaving the salon.
Haven Spa offers discounts to customers who check in on Facebook, Google+, or Yelp when they arrive at the spa. That’s about as good as it gets, right? Haven might not have a franchise on every corner, but they make it easy to get a wonderful and affordable spa experience.
I didn’t receive any products or free services for this piece on Haven Spa. As usual I just wanted to let my friends in on a really great business. Here’s a link to their website: http://www.ilovehaven.com/
Peace, people.
You’re Fired?
Can you imagine what the Donald would have said if Sessions had been a contestant on Celebrity Apprentice?
Guess the Attorney General doesn’t rate Trump’s scrutiny as much as a minor celebrity on a reality show did. File this under “things that make you go hmmm?”
No Comparison
No Comparison!
Also no hearings, no walk throughs, no round tables. What are they hiding behind closed doors? Can’t be anything good.
Call your senators.
Ireland on the Horizon
I’ve been planning for our trip to Ireland since the day Studly Doright brought home an informational packet and dropped it in my lap several months ago. He’d told me that our trip to Scotland, four years ago, was probably the last time the wives would be invited on a golf trip, so I was shocked and pleased at the prospect of another European vacation.
Like all looming vacations, this one felt so very far away until all of a sudden it’s staring us right in the face. In just a week we’ll be winging our way over the Atlantic to the city of Shannon, where we’ll meet up with the rest of Studly’s golfing buddies from Great Bend, Kansas, for an eight day adventure.
I know there are wonderfully unique sights and sounds and experiences waiting for us, and I’m looking forward to every single minute. If I don’t post for a few days, starting on the 21st, just know I’ll be engaged in discovering the wonders of the fabled Emerald Isle.
Keep us in your thoughts as we travel. I’m kind of absent minded and will appreciate all the good vibes my friends send my way. Thanks!
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 