No way out

The production outage due to the bitter frost was good for me. It gives me the opportunity to rest my knee after the surgery, watch the Australian Open and to take care of the order to Australien (a copper putter head does not freeze to the hand as much as a steel one). Inevitably, however, I must return to the workbench. I have only two big backlog items waiting for me, one being a heel shafted blade putter and another 462 with a milled backside. I click into first gear and I’m off. As it is necessary to lighten and seal the putter face, these pieces take somewhat longer to make than standard pieces. And so, as I walk to the workshop (a distance of about 10 meters) I muse whether it is actually not a good thing that the grass is yet to turn green. I miss the golf course. The grooves on the dining room’s wooden parquet floor made by the bottom of my six iron are an unmistakable proof of this.