John: Hey Mike. How was your trip back to San Antonio?
Mike: Other than the two hour delay at LAX, it was OK. How about you?
John: It was OK, but I’m still waiting for my golf clubs to arrive. American Airlines wasn’t able to put them on my flight. I have a tournament on Saturday, so I’m very nervous that I won’t be able to play as well with my other set of clubs. Do you have any tournaments coming up?
Mike: I have one in two weeks but I hurt my wrist the last day of camp. It was in the 14th hole, second shot, I didn’t see a rock beside the ball near the lake edge. Remember? I twisted the club coming in to hit it and got the rock instead.
John: Oh, yes. I remember. I hope you get better before the tournament. You were playing like a pro.
Mike: I don’t think so, the doctors here in Bogota told me I may have to leave golf alone, for a couple of months.
John: Well, that’s not so bad. You can read those Spanish books you were almost unconsciously leaving behind in the camp.
Mike: Oh, no it gets even worse. I left them on the bus that took us to the airport. I was trying to unfasten my seatbelt with the injured hand so I left the books in the seat compartment in front of me.
John: Well, it’s great that you live in a Spanish speaking country. Back here that would be a bigger problem.
Mike: Oh, well. How is the piano going? When do you start classes? Remember what Mr. Nolan told us, “It is never good to throw out something that can be of use someday.”
John: I don’t think he was talking about piano lessons. His wife had just thrown out his clothes (thinking he had bought them in China for nothing) out the window to make room for her new flat television and he had to wear his old pajamas to buy new clothes.
Mike: That’s pretty wild. I think you’re tired of piano. Maybe it’s a good idea to change teachers or try out that great saxophone you bought in New Orleans last Spring.
John: My mother donated that one to the orphanage where she works on Saturday to raise money because I never used it.
Mike: Did she ask for your permission?
John: No, she gave me 300 dollars to get my new Nikon camera.
Mike: I’m thinking of taking up guitar to finally put some music to all those songs I’ve written.
John: Well maybe I’ll try the drums and we can start playing together.
Mike: We could try someday on MSN in a few months and then live, when the families fly down to Argentina to visit the rest of the family. I’ll take my guitar and songs.
John: I think they have every instrument on the planet on that ranch. They’re all musicians. We would have a blast, jamming together. That’s really cool.
Mike: Let’s do it. By the way Alexa asked me for your phone number. Do you want her to have it?
John: Now, why isn’t Sandra asking for my number?
Mike: Because she already has a boyfriend, you’ll have to wait until next summer. What do I tell Alexa?
John: Sure, give it to her. We’ll be visiting Australia during Thanksgiving to scuba dive at the barrier reef and she lives nearby.
Mike: Good luck with that. We’ll be in Boston having our turkey, egg nog and pumpkin pie.
John: You opened up my appetite and I’m being called to dinner.
Mike: Lucky you.
John: Look who’s talking, the one with the live-in chef.
Mike: Well you know our home is always your home, staff included. Bye.
John: See ya.
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