Tam’s Think Tank

centennial golf course

photo by Stacia

Originally uploaded by Tokenhippygirl

This last weekend, and Monday and Tuesday, I attended a conference in Southern Oregon. Medford, to be exact. The reason I went down on Saturday, instead of the usual Sunday evening President’s reception kick off bash, was because I golfed in the annual tournament. This picture was taken by my compadre, Stacia, while we were out on the course. Her phone takes great pictures. We did well, if you compare us to our last years and the year before’s scores. If you compare us to the rest of the teams, we came in… last. No worries though, we always do. I’m never upset about this. I mean really, I’m not even a real golfer. I probably golf two or three times a year, including this tournament. Stacia carried the team this year, and thank goodness for her. She amassed half of our needed drives. My best accomplishment? I out drove the guys, there were two, on our team. Yeah me.

As for the rest of the conference…. it was fine and dandy. It’s always nice to see people you haven’t seen for six months or a year. I’ve been in this line of work now for 18 years, not counting the two I took off to run around the country with a trucker, work in a coffee shop at the beach, and bum around the Oregon State campus for half a term (I was deciding whether to go back to school, I didn’t). 18 years is a long time to do anything. I know I still have things to learn, but the conference organizers are hard pressed to get people I haven’t already heard, or at least people who aren’t presenting information I haven’t heard. Once in awhile it happens, which is great, but not often.

I’m rambling…

I will go now. Time to take Weston out to enjoy the wet and rainy yard. It’s Friday night. The weekend is here. Tomorrow we’re going to see Mom (and Don if he’s back from helping to raise a house). We’re taking crumpets. Mom has the butter, jam, and the tea to go with. It should make for a nice visit.