Letters to Jim: Life is becoming one big cliche.

Dear Jim:

I’m thinking about all the things that I’m saying to myself these days that I never thought would be part of my day to day life. It ‘s not age related but stage of life related and one cliché after another appears without warning. Here are a few samples of things I never thought I would say.

Are we too late for the early bird special?

Not again, I just went 10 minutes ago.

Get a grip man, she’s half the age of my daughter.

Nope, I don’t miss drinking a bit!

 I can’t get in the pool if it is less than 85 degrees.

I think this Black Tie dinner/dance in 35 degrees C will be a blast.

Lets do a breakfast meeting…9 am too early for you?

We can’t turn off the lights yet, it’s still daylight out there.

I would like to buy a coach ticket to Paris.

I sure hope I break 100 today!

Oh, and how did the first day of the Centennial Golf tournament go. Well after three holes I was considering suicide, after six holes the team was considering murder. Either way the threat of death hung heavy in the air throughout the round.

 It is amazing to me that a three foot putt is impossible to make under this pressure so I took them all and recorded my double or triple bogey for each hole. With a little luck after todays  second round and after paying $500 plus for lost bets the team will not want me to come to the dinner which will be held in high heat, low pleasure conditions this evening. For those who thought I was sandbagging my handicap by shooting 100+ in games prior to the tournament you were right. I shot a sizzling 99 yesterday!

Bill