I’ve been busy as a bee.
I may have made a new friend named Liz Caro. I’m saying her last name so you will know it’s not my regular Lizzie. I think I also like her husband Joe.
I like her because she’s outrageous and laughs at the same things I do and I like him because he’s kind of mean and I figure he’ll appreciate someone liking him anyway.
And here’s the good part. They live in another land so I can be friends with them without leaving my apartment.
I spent a night at my niece Stephanie’s house in Connecticut. I usually get a great dinner when I go there. My nephew Terry pulls out all the stops in a restaurant. Apps and dessert? No problem. Cocktails, his pleasure.
Unfortunately this was their bowling night so dinner was a big disappointment.
Not that I’m complaining (I actually am) because the evening was worth it. Although why a blue collar sport should mean a blue collar dinner I can’t guess.
Now let me tell why I was interested in going to watch them bowl.
I’ve been hearing about Steph’s bowling for years. She actually gave herself a bowling name, Midge, and when she first joined a league years ago she had a bowling shirt made with “Midge” on the pocket. She also had a crystal (plastic) bowling ball with a rose in it.
She took it seriously. All her life she’s been competitive.
I believe she named herself captain of the team and once punched one of the members in the stomach for not practicing enough .
Like I said, competitive and maybe a little free with her hands.
Eventually there was a mutiny where even her husband Terry voted her out as leader.
This was years ago. It’s a new league in a different state. Now it’s Steph, Terry, Steph’s childhood friend, Donna and Donna’s boyfriend Scott
The rose bowling ball is gone but the name Midge remains.
I was totally looking forward to watching my little girl wipe up the floor with the other team.
Imagine my surprise to find that she stinks at bowling. In fact except for Terry her whole team stinks.
I may be being too harsh though. It’s possible that they only stink in comparison to the team they were playing.
These people were pros. You could tell before they threw a ball, and may I say that they each had about 5 balls, they were big time.
They had all kinds of leather things made to fit different parts of their arms and fingers. Plus they were wily.
Where our team (I considered myself part of the team even though I never left my seat) had to buy candy from a machine to keep up our energy, they came with a plastic box filled with candy. Plus they even had a little jar of powdered chalk to keep their fingers … I don’t know what it kept their fingers but it made us look like losers.
And once the game started they were a symphony to watch.
There was a girl named Anna who stood in front of the lane tapped her foot behind her and threw the ball, immediately turning without looking to see where it went because she always knocked down all the pins.
On the few times that one remained standing, also without looking she’d go to get her second ball because she knew the sound of a bowling ball hitting one too few pins like she knew the face of her first born.
If only she could have transferred all those bowling skills into a few teeth she’d have had it made.
After her turn she walked back to her team in kind of a slow motion ballet step with no expression on her face.
This was unlike our team where when someone got a strike or a spare there would be whoops and high fives or advice of “Focus!”or something equally stupid if something was missed.
Our team left in fairly good spirits since I believe that they won one of the games due to the handicap of one million that the other team had .
In fact they could barely enjoy their crap dinner what with patting themselves on the back for a game well played.
The next day was beautiful and I was happy to see Ray run around so he would sleep in the car.
There was no way he could keep up with his cousin Theo who was constantly searching for trespassing rodents under his barn.
They say imitation is the finest form of flattery though and Ray did his best to imitate Theo in the car on the way home.