Golf Course Living

I currently reside on a golf course. When I was moving here from Da Burgh, the idea of living anywhere that offered a pool, a gym and was on a golf course seemed like the epitomy of high class society. Don't judge, I come from a town without a red light, for crying out loud!

My first year was spent with a golf course view that included a rather prominent "parking lot view" then a stand of trees where a pack of coyotes lived. I never saw them, but would sometimes hear them at night. You know, just occasionally, like when a fire engine or ambulance went down the highway, or when a loud car drove through our parking lot, or when one of the many dogs within the apartment complex dared look in their direction.

Enter PT Girl, my roomie. We wisely chose to move to a bigger apartment with two bathrooms - we're women, after all - that also boasts a large balcony truly overlooking the golf course. The view is beautiful, an expanse of manicured green fairway, a water hazard, and an upscale housing development across the way. Just watch that you don't catch a stray golf ball to the temple or look the massive coyotes in the eye as they trot past on the cart path.

When we first moved in, after ogling at the sheer footage of the place despite the boxes dotting the living and dining rooms, PT Girl found us some patio furniture. We wrestled it all together, with the help of various and sundry household items then basked in the glory of the best Wal-Mart had to offer. Well, at least the best that Wal-Mart offered that we could afford.

While sitting outside drinking my morning coffee, I wondered over the small indentation on our storage door the first week. What had caused it? Where did it come from? That door is metal, after all. A well aimed ball-pin hammer? The metal leg of a grill? Fast forward a couple weeks when in the run of seven days our patio, the storage door and our windows were rained upon by Titleists aimed elsewhere but nonetheless making our patio a war zone. If you're especially lucky you'll find one rolling through the parking lot ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BUILDING.

So come on over. We can sit on the patio and watch the coyotes take an evening stroll all while we're styling in our pith helmets.