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Brunch at SPCC.

Easter 4

With the Joffes.

With the Joffes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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JFK Class of 1987: Tim O'Brien, Joel Aro, me and Derek Orozco.

JFK Class of 1987: Tim O’Brien, Joel Aro, me and Derek Orozco.

Today I hosted the Sixth or So Annual “Greenspan Cup” One-Club Open at Heron Links Golf Course in Redmond. Me and seventeen of my closest friends (not really) teed it up on the par 3 course at Willows Run with a single club and a putter. My Greenspan Cup teammates Jeff Benezra and Chris White won low gross honors and took home the big money. I won a KP good for $15. This was the sixth or so time I’ve held the event, the first time I’ve done it any time other than the Christmas season. (Click here for the 2010 version.) The change worked out well and I think most everyone who attended had a great time.

Jeff Benezra fired a gross 28 on the second nine.

Jeff Benezra fired a gross 28 on the second nine.

As fun as the event was, it wasn’t without its disappointments — particularly the turnout. At one point twenty-eight players had committed to play, a solid six more than last year. After a reminder e-mail last week, however, the “committed” players started dropping like flies. The excuses ranged from “I cut my finger” to “something came up” (2) to “I’m playing in another tournament” (2) to — well, you get the idea. As disappointing was the turnout from Greenspan Cup players. Of the twenty-eight players scheduled to play Greenspan XVI, 21 of them live in or near Seattle. Of those, only five — myself, Joel Aro, Tim O’Brien, Chris White and newcomer Derek Orozco — played in the One Club. Hence the reason that Greenspan Cup is in quotation marks above. While a few players and longtime friends of mine can be excused because they were out of town (Mike Waldner, John Harrison), the absence of several others was, after sixteen years, a bit disappointing. Almost as bad — six of the 21 didn’t even bother to send a “thanks but no thanks” reply to several e-mail invitations.

Their loss. After all, the guys who weren’t there didn’t get to see my new bow tie.

I debuted my new bow tie from China by way of Ebay.

I debuted my new bow tie from China by way of Ebay.

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This afternoon Reese and I ventured to the Eastside — now an annual venture for me — to bowl with our Pink Pandas Y-Guide group.

The bowling wasn’t pretty, but the gals had a lot of fun.

A few pics:

Me and my favorite bowler.

Me and my favorite bowler.

The girls.

The girls.

The girls with the guys who paid $40/hour to bowl.

The girls with the guys who paid $40/hour to bowl.

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It was a fantastic day. I’ll let the pics speak for themselves:

We woke up on Easter morning -- and another Christmas broke out.

We woke up on Easter morning — and another Christmas broke out.

She may have had something to do with it.

She may have had something to do with it.

I certainly didn't.

I certainly didn’t.

Later that morning we headed to the Johnstons for an Easter egg hunt, the second of our third hunt that weekend.

Later that morning we headed to the Johnstons for an Easter egg hunt, the second of our third hunt that weekend.

My little egg hunters.

My little egg hunters.

Lots of eggs -- and candy -- in them there baskets.

Lots of eggs — and candy — in them there baskets.

Someone left a FREE sign on a little girl's bike.  I rode away with it.

Someone left a FREE sign on a little girl’s bike. I rode away with it.

After brunch at SPCC.

After brunch at SPCC.

The SPCC Easter bunny.

The SPCC Easter bunny.

The Johnstons and Cheuks.

The Johnstons and Cheuks.

At the post-brunch photo shoot.

At the post-brunch photo shoot.

My and Reese's bow ties custom-made courtesy of TheCordialChurchman.com.

My and Reese’s bow ties custom-made courtesy of TheCordialChurchman.com.

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Yesterday I joined my friends Gordon Schryer, Pat McKay and Rebecca Davis-Suskind at the Columbia Center in downtown Seattle for my second-ever Big Climb. The general gist: a 69-floor stair climb to raise money for leukemia & lymphoma research.

All in all it was quite an experience. There were roughly 6,000 stair climbers who participated in the Climb throughout the day. The energy was palpable and the survivors I met were quite inspiring. I did the climb in 11:32 — not bad for a skinny guy with chicken legs.

A few pics:

Our climbs were dedicated to Rebecca's aunt in England, who was recently diagnosed with Stage 4 lymphoma.

Our climbs were dedicated to Rebecca’s aunt in England, who was recently diagnosed with Stage 4 lymphoma.

Getting there an hour early gave us ample time for pics.

Getting there an hour early gave us ample time for pics.

At the starting line ...

At the starting line …

and at the finish line.

and at the finish line.

A view from the top.

A view from the top.

beers

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The vast majority of this blog is dedicated to memorializing highlights in the family Jenkins — and specifically Father Jenkins (aka me). This St. Patrick’s Day, however, started as a bit of a low light. The family was all signed up to do the annual St. Patrick’s Day Dash — me in the real race, Reese and Finn in the Leprechaun Run. Unfortunately Finn had a rough evening before, which meant Rhonda had to stay home. No Rhonda meant no Reese because there would be no one to watch her while I ran.

Tom, Tamir and me before the start of the Dash.

Tom, Tamir and me before the start of the Dash.

So I still did the St. Patrick’s Day Dash.

By myself.

The Seattle St. Patrick’s Day Dash is not an event one should do by ones self. I met up with Tom and Carrie at the Met Market to keep from being the race’s biggest loser, but they were small consolation to missing Reese and Finn.

Reese and I did a private Leprechaun Dash at Laurelhurst Park.

Reese and I did a private Leprechaun Dash at Laurelhurst Park.

Fortunately the day got better thereafter.

My bow tie and green pants made their season's debut at the SPCC brunch.

My bow tie and green pants made their season’s debut at the SPCC brunch.

After I got home Reese and I ran a lap around Laurelhurst Park, a .44-mile track that served as her personal Lephrechaun Run. Then the family had brunch with Tom, Carrie, Tamir and Mo at Sand Point Country Club.

All and all not a bad day considering the start.

Family brunch.

Family brunch.

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Last night Reese and I attended our first-ever Father-Daughter Dance at Sand Point Country Club. With us at the cool table: Steve Kelley and his daughter Olivia; Gordon Schryer and his daughters Lydia and Elena; Bill Crow and his daughters; and Eddie Mendez and his daughters.

It was SERIOUS fun:

Ready to get the show on the road.

Ready to get the show on the road.

Reese with the Schryer and Mendez kids.

Reese with the Schryer and Mendez kids.

Bill Crow and his daughters.

Bill Crow and his daughters.

Stretching before what would prove to be a very full night of dancing.

Stretching before what would prove to be a very full night of dancing.

2/3 of the Schryer bunch.

2/3 of the Schryer bunch.

Olivia and Steve Kelley.

Olivia and Steve Kelley.

A great night.

A great night.

Quite the dancer.

Quite the dancer.

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Y-Guides Ice Skating

This morning Reese and I ventured up to Shoreline to meet our Y-Guides group for a little ice skating.

It was Reese’s first time ever on the ice, my first time in about twenty-five years. Needless to say, we aren’t headed for the Ice Capades anytime soon, but we sure had a lot of fun.

A few pics:

Sign

reese

Father/daughter skates.

Father/daughter skates.

Watching the ...

Watching the …

zamboni.

zamboni.

VERY easy does it.

VERY easy does it.

The Pink Pandas.

The Pink Pandas.

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On Saturday the Jenkins fam ventured east to Easton and the sprawling Spratley estate for a weekend of tubing and family fun. Great fun. A few pics:

Girls tubing

Simon, Paige and me posing for a pic.

Simon, Paige and me posing for a pic.

A view from the Spratley cabin.  A River Runs Through It (well not literally, but close).

A view from the Spratley cabin. A River Runs Through It (well not literally, but close).

A self portrait.

A self portrait.

Gettin' ready to go for a ride.

Gettin’ ready to go for a ride.

Kiddos.

Kiddos.

Reese and Paige on the swings.

Reese and Paige on the swings.

Finn wasn't in his best mood -- but lately, what's new . . .

Finn wasn’t in his best mood — but lately, what’s new . . .

The fam.

The fam.

An open gate to the local salmon hatchery made for a welcome diversion.

An open gate to the local salmon hatchery made for a welcome diversion.

Finn -- exhausted after watching Mom and Dad beat the Spratleys at Scrabble.

Finn — exhausted after watching Mom and Dad beat the Spratleys at Scrabble.

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Another New Years Eve, another party. A few pics:

A tasty spread.

A tasty spread.

I was going to dress down this time, but Carrie's fancy black dress forced me to re-attire.

I was going to dress down this time, but Carrie’s fancy black dress forced me to re-attire.

The highlight of the night was a co-ed putting contest ...

The highlight of the night was a co-ed putting contest …

that Reese (shown here with her partner Tom) starred in ...

that Reese (shown here with her partner Tom) starred in …

and Mommy and Norman won.

and Mommy and Norman won.

The Cheuks.

The Cheuks.

The Joffes, sans Aaron.

The Joffes, sans Aaron.

Jeffrey, Jeff, Colleen and Lilly -- new friends from Chicago.

Jeffrey, Jeff, Colleen and Lilly — new friends from Chicago.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!

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