My husband is an avid golfer and he has maintained a small journal detailing club selection, yardage, course topography and other helpful tips and tricks gleaned from the countless golf courses and tournaments he’s played in over the years.
I pulled a load of laundry from the dryer this weekend and found a small, curled up sheet of paper with what appeared to show some crude shapes and writing that I couldn’t quite make out. When I handed it to my husband, he groaned in dismay. He’d been looking for his journal and I had just unwittingly discovered where it had been. Sadly for my husband, the remains of all his copious note-taking was found at the bottom of the dryer drum.
He thinks he may be able to salvage some of it but I’m afraid it’s going to take some doing.
A Sawyer's Daughter 
Oh No!
Oh dear!
Uh oh….. Transcribing might be a winter project. On the positive side: it makes a very appealing and interesting photograph.
Thanks, Janet. I thought so too. Originally, I just took it for the sake of posterity. HA! But then when I looked closer, I loved the curled edges, the play of light and the scatterings of red from the journal cover. I felt bad for my husband but kind of giggled inwardly about it as well. Oh, but I’m bad!
That’s terrible Janet!! But I must admit, it does make for a good photo! 🙂
That’s terrible JUlie!! But I must admit, it does make for a good photo! 🙂
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