The first couple of months after Mr. A left were really freaky for me. Surreal. I was alternating between being comatose and preparing for his return. Then I started GAL'ing. At that point I hadn't discovered DB yet but my instincts just took over.
I fortuitously happened upon a beginner group golf lesson package offered by the local Rec & Ed. I decided to take it. I think I learned about it the day of the first lesson, so I just headed out there after work and gave it a shot. I didn't have golf clubs or anything.
Well it turned out that I wasn't really in the mental space to take golf lessons. My teacher then, Martin, was a nice retired engineer who worked very hard to get PGA accreditation, but he was very esoteric in his teaching. Not my bag at the time. Plus the fact that it was mostly couples in the class was driving me nuts. (Or more accurately, was making me bawl at inappropriate times!) Anyway, I think I made it to four of the six or seven scheduled lessons and they were pretty traumatic.
The lesson package culminated in an actual scramble on course - my first time on a golf course - and it was unbearable to me. There were so many couples learning how to golf together and I was alone. I quit!
