The Basket

I can’t believe I actually have one of these in my yard. My husband is seriously obsessed with disc golf. He has frisbees upon frisbees, treated as most precious objects, stored ever so carefully so that they don’t bend, warp or scratch in order to fly with perfect prediction. For a going away present, one of his friends in Wisconsin actually gave him a basket so he could practice in his own yard. So, while the rest of us are outside relaxing, hard plastic discs are whizzing over our heads. And where is my husband right now, you ask? Driving around the city, following obscure typed directions to locate disc golf courses. But, I’m glad it makes him happy.