Yesterday morning the General suggested I sit outside on the porch at our daughter's home. It was her belief that Samson and Charlotte, the two labs, would probably sit at my feet and enjoy being outside.
Did I mention that I was using my computer at the time? I didn't offer a rebuttal. Instead, I dutifully picked up my notebook and moved outside. Surprisingly, the heat wasn't yet stifling, and there was a cool breeze. It was comfortable being outdoors.
The General is mostly an indoor person, and she was advocating some kind of normalcy for the dogs. I thought twice before I suggested that she sit outside with them.
It's not that the thought didn't cross my mind, but since she's on chemo, ours is not a level playing field. There are some concessions I need to voluntarily make.
As soon as they were out the door, both dogs headed for places unknown, but I anticipated as much. What I didn't expect proved to be the most delightful sound. It was the magical sound of wind chimes.
It has been too long since I've been in earshot of that melodious deep-rich sound. We have wind chimes like the one's at my daughter's house.
They bought theirs first, but the sound is addictive. I wanted that sound to grace our outdoor living area as well.
That sound was one of the things I most enjoyed at our home in Henly. You couldn't be outside and fail to hear them.
I didn't hang up our wind chimes while we were in temporary housing. Truth be told, we lived in temporary housing longer than we resided in most of the homes we've owned. Who would have thought that it would be twenty-one months later that our wind chimes would come out of storage?
We've been in our home for a month now, and the wind chimes are still inside the garage. The sound has not graced our new space.
We've never lived on a golf course before. I've been hesitant to hang up the wind chimes for fear that I would be violating some kind of golf course etiquette. Isn't the sound of silence needed for a game of golf?
Of course, I'm mixing apples and oranges here, but there are folks who think your should be reverently quiet when you walk into the sanctuary of a church. Of course, I've got mixed thoughts on that.
I think the need for community and relational interaction for folks who've mostly lived in isolation during the week is such that it is permissible to talk in church if you arrive early. Once church starts is a different matter.
A funeral home environment where quietness is expected doesn't seem to work well in the family of faith where I attend. To arrive at church early and sit quietly without talking doesn't seem to fit with the expectations of most in attendance.
Okay, so I'm chasing rabbits. The term reverently seems to mostly relate to church rather golf course etiquette. The question I have relates to the acceptability of wind chimes on a golf course. I've read the covenants and restrictions, and haven't seen anything that relates to wind chimes.
Sometimes forgiveness is easier to come by than permission. I'm going to hang up wind chimes and enjoy the sound. It adds to the ambience of being outside.
Thoughts from folks who golf would be appreciated.
All My Best!
Don
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