In Praise Of Bigger, Better Boxes

Day 152, Monday June 1, 10.30am: I spent much of this weekend immersed in bad golf and great conversation.
I'd rather not dwell on the golf. It's still too painful. Suffice to say I rather let down Jolly Adam in our team matchplay event. He hit 280-yard drives and I duffed mine onto the ladies' tee. Again and again and again.
The conversation, though, in blazing evening sun in our garden, was a revelation. One-Lung Mike is always good value. He puts things in ways that surprise me.
He talked about Neuro-linguistic programming and the notion of 're-framing'. I don't know what the official definition is, but I see it as setting your life into a different, more positive context - breaking out of one box and finding a bigger and better one to inhabit.
No one is doing more reframing at the moment than One-Lung Mike and Lubricious Linda. Since the start of this blog, they have rented their house out and set up an alternative home in France. The idea is for One-Lung to continue with occasional English sojourns in bedsits, raking in heady computer-programming cash, while spending most of his year with Linda, dallying among the Wine-And-Baguette-Folk.
Actually, I think I am re-framing too, only less dramatically and, of course, less successfully. I have re-framed my body to an extent (I'm definitely lighter), I have reframed my diet (it's definitely better), I have reframed my golf (it's got a lot worse, but I'm clinging to the hope that it's all to do with the hernia) and I have reframed my musical ability (I can play a couple of arpeggios and scales). The swimming seems to have sunk but I am in the process of framing, rather than re-framing, a website.
Not bad, really, for a fat 50-year-old. Not exactly in One-Lung's league, though.