Day 84

The 90 degree weather didn't stop me and my three friends from heading out onto the golf course for our Thursday women's golf league. Of course, I was never so happy to feel the wind hit my face as we each raised our arms out like an airplane to cool down. On hole number six, I pulled out my driver, took a swing and watched as my ball landed on the the green. Getting on there in one swing was my first first today. The hole, a par three, was about forty feet from my ball. I was hoping my putter would be my best friend at that moment. So as the crowd became hushed, (well there really was no crowd but I like imagining it) I hit the ball and it passed the hole off the green into the grass. It wasn't looking good. I took the long walk to where my ball rested. The pitching wedge is not my club of choice but in this case I had no other option. I took a short swing, tapped the ball and watched it follow the arc of a rainbow. If the flag was not still in the hole, my ball would have landed in the hole, my pot of gold. But according to golfing rules, my friends told me that when this happens, it's the same as sinking the ball. So...my second first today was sccoring par on this hole.