Golf at Steele Canyon Ranch

The day began rather early for me. I was awakened by Eddie just what he promised that last night. About a quarter part of myself did not want to go just for the sake of not getting up so early (10:30am), but the dominant side, the side which I want to be in nature, to spend time with Eddie and simply the thought of being outside the whole day motivated me to get moving and be in the shower. By eleven o'clock, I was ready. I was a bit tired and sleepy, too. Eddie had made me breakfast, a toast cut in half covered with butter and grape jelly. He brought out from the fridge a bottle of Starbucks Coffee frapuccino to take along the way.

I vaguely remember what has happened on the way to Murry's place. I might have been sleeping. All I could recall was arriving in front of Murry's condo structure, and the sight of him sitting at the bottom of the stairs, next to his golf bag. He hurried in, we said hellos, and went on talking about random stuff on the way to the golf course.

Jamul is a remote city, about thirty or more miles away from downtown. The city is still in the process of growing, as the appearance of newly paved roads, strip malls and homes. One could picture what this town might have looked like about ten years ago- a vast open field (might have been dry) and only few populations existed with very few homes, mostly ranches perhaps. Until to this day, there are still considerable amount of spaces that dominate the city, and such state marked Jamul as something I would consider as the "boonies".

Steele Canyon Ranch was a decent golf course. The grass was green, the cart tracks were in excellent condition, and the place itself is earnestly clean. It almost resembles a Hawaiian golf course. One thing that stood out the most in my mind was the sight of a weeping willow so robust in its earthy, motherly form. It stretches out wide, too, and that bestowed the tree with more dramatic look as it created an imagery of its countless arms, limp and skinny. Strangely enough, I ought to believe the tree, the weeping willow itself is actually weeping. The arms, as I had thought, metamorphosed into tears. The tree has been so long crying. Its trunk created countless tears that stays there as memories from people, here, in this earth who had suffered, and that the mother tree sufficed their burden through beautifully displaying its own being.

I witnessed Eddie and Murry swung their tees numerous times, and saw everything- the joy, the frustration, the worry, the awe, the disappointment- it proved that golf is also a huge thinking game. In the end, Murry's score was better than Eddie's, but it did not matter nor worth to have made comparisons since Murry cheats on his scores unlike Eddie, who tallies his scores honestly.

We went to Fashion Valley after to watch the movie Up. This was the second time of me watching this movie, but it was no hassle for me since I wanted Eddie to see it anyway, especially to know and feel the storyline. Like what I had expected, he shed some tears, and laughed really hard during some parts of the movie. He confessed that he really loved the movie and gave 9.5/10 rating. I was simply happy that he enjoyed it. We dined at the Nordstrom cafe. I had the tomato basil angel hair pasta and Eddie had a salad with avocados in it.

Then back at home, we played a game of scrabble, a few races online on Mario Karts, and I watched a Discovery Health show entitled, The Vanished Twins.