I had another golf lesson today and there’s too much to remember. Stand like this, hold your head like that. It’s all fun still, fortunately. On the way out, a guy parked his golf cart behind my car, across the way so it was hard for me to get out. I was going back and forth, like you’d do while parallel parking, when the guy started yelling at me. I can’t remember exactly what he said first, but he did say, “something something fucking ass something I told you to stop.” I got out of my car and told him I hadn’t heard him. He yelled some more. I asked if I’d actually hit the cart. He said no and yelled some more. So I told him to quit acting like a fuckhead and drove off. The only thing I can think of is that his wife outplayed him today. I’m not sure why else you’d park so a guy can’t leave the parking lot and then start yelling at him.

More “Structural Integration” for me today and boy did it hurt like hell. This isn’t supposed to be as bad as old-school Rolfing, and I can’t imagine what that would be like.