Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Odd meeting

On April 23rd dh, Curly top, and I went to watch Lee's golf meet. The night before Lee had sat us down and explained the strict rules we were to follow. He made it very clear that if we messed up, and he was disqualified, he would be pissed. The rules were straightforward. We had to be quiet, couldn't carry his bag or touch any of his equipment, and no comments could be made that might be considered coaching. He went into detail on this, we could say 'nice shot', but could not say anything like, 'turn left next time', or 'softly'. We took him seriously. I even went as far as to teach Curly Top to make an 'e' and a 'd' in sign language in case she needed to ask for something to eat or drink while they were teeing off.
Another boy had his family watching him too. The mom and sister were in an extremely loud golf cart, which they were constantly starting up to pull ahead two feet. The dad and brother walked with the golfer, stopping now and again to take his club from him and show him how to hit the next ball. The brother even hit a few balls now and again, causing some confusion as to which ball was his and which was his brothers. Once the little girl ran out onto the fairway and picked up the golfers ball and was waving it around. Needless to say dh and I were entertaining ourselves by making fun of them. We were calling them the poster family for rednecks and trying to guess which brand of tobacco the wife chewed at home and if the kids were being started out on menthol first.
About the seventh hole Curly Top was starting to get tired of walking. She wasn't whining yet, but she was dragging her feet. The loud cart stopped next to us and offered her a ride. I felt like an ass every time I heard her laughing. She was having fun with them, and they were treating her very well. It was too late to take back my rude jokes and I can't even say I didn't make any more after that, I most likely did. Well, I never claimed to be a nice person.
My jokes did slow down though, because I had something else to occupy my mind. Where did I know this lady from? Out of the corner of my eye, I kept studying her. I definitely knew her from somewhere. The problem was I didn't know which town they were from. Golf teams had come from all over southwest Kansas. Then as I was walking by the cart Curly Top asked me something. I looked back and for the first time had a good view of the little girl's face. Now that was a face I recognized right away. She looked just like her father, who I had been married to for eighteen months.
I had recognized her mother because we had met once at a soccer game in Hugoton. This was right after she had divorced my ex husband. We don't have any contact with him even though we live within twenty miles of each other. Dh adopted Lee years ago, so there is now reason to. As far as I know there are no ill feelings on either side. Our divorce was caused mainly because of differences of opinion about parenting. I believed much less drugs should be involved in the lifestyle. He agreed, but would have no part of that kind of thing. We haven't kept any secrets from Lee, but I haven't went around pointing out any half siblings either; it would be a full time job.
That night I asked Lee if he wanted me to point out any of his biological's children if he we ran into them. He shrugged and said he didn't care either way. Of course he knew I had a reason for this question, so he asked. "Who was it?" I told him it was the little girl. He laughed and took a few steps toward the kitchen, then he stopped in his tracks. I knew right away what his next question was. I pictured the loud, redneck father with his missing teeth and beer gut that had been at the golf meet.
I laughed "Don't worry that wasn't him, whole different gene pool."
"Thank God, I was about to go shoot myself." He replied.

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