Monday: As It Is Suppose To Be

The last disc golfers left around 1pm and the front porch returned to normal with the dogs lazing in the sun. Jax and I emptied the coolers that we left around the course and picked up a few directional markers but there was almost no trash. As I Uber'ed players around to starting holes and bringing them back a few tipped me, all thanked and said it was a lifesaver, too many wanted to kiss me they were so tired, and a little girl gave me a dollar because she found two rocks she really liked and wanted to take them home. If I can figure out how to sell rocks I'll have this place paid off by the next tournament.