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Had a nice morning at the driving range (that's golf) with Dad. On my way home, I called J.T. to see what he was up to. He said he'd been "puttering around". (That's his way of saying he's just been doing stuff around the house). I replied - hey, I've been puttering too! Dad bought me a putter! *smile* First I got a putting lesson, then we checked out the clubs. Took 20 minutes or so to pick one. The selection is crazy! They make it hard to choose! First the lady started me out with a Frankenstein club that adjusted at the length and neck. This got us the right length. Then I putted with one after the other until I found "the one". Then she gives me Frank again and gets a measurement for the neck angle. She puts my poor club in a torture rack, cranks it down, then bends it. Ouch! But, the result is my very first, custom fit club. Pretty exciting. I have 30 days to find out if it's truly "the one".

Off to the side, Dad was chatting with another patron and I heard him say something important. He said I'm getting to the point where the club actually matters. Sounds like new clubs are totally justified. *grin* I'm buying a pitching wedge next, and predict I'll have a new set of irons before the summer is over.

The day was not all good. It started out bad in fact. At the Starbuck's drivethru, I was informed the "Toffee Nut Latte" is seasonal and won't be back until maybe winter. And that's all I go there for! A sad day indeed.
posted by hbt at 6:37 PM