Bushwood here we come!

So my husband and I did the unthinkable today. If you haven't guessed from the title already, let me back up a bit, and tell you what exactly led us to this drastic action.

The truth of the matter is, as much as we enjoy each other's company, we are actually quite lonely. Since moving to the mountains a little over two years ago, we have found that our social life has dwindled down to absolutely nothing. This is largely due to the fact that friends and family do not care to make the long windy drive to our house. We in turn are tired of driving over the hill everyday, for work, so we don't visit them all that often either.

In order to have the kind of social interaction that will keep us from becoming hermits,we need to either move back home to the big city, or make friends up here.

This is where we run into a little problem. You may not realize this, what with me being so overly free spoken in this blog, but I am extremely shy in person. I do not go out of my way to introduce myself and make friends. Never did learn that particular social grace. My husband? Is the same way. If not worse.

Here's part of the problem. This is our town. The whole town. Downtown. The mecca of where we live. Everything happens right here.




One street. Not too exciting, especially when the bulk of the stores are hardware and real estate related.

However, I can't complain too much because we have this,





and this,



practically in our backyard.

So moving is out of the question.

I guess it's time to make friends.

Given there aren't many opportunities in the immediate vicinity, in which to meet the local young population, (I mean how can we? We don't know where they hang. It's not at the grocery store, the gas station or coffee shop. Believe me. I've looked. )we chose the only option left to us.

What did we do?

Why we joined a country club of course.



Yep that's right next week we will be taking our first ever golf lesson, and swing with the best of them.

Now I have to get used to wearing plaid and saddle shoes.

I just hope I get to meet Judge Smails.

Be the ball Danny...