Though Roland did want to take care of
some projects around the house and yard, he didn’t wish to spend his entire
vacation laboring. He wanted to spend
money going to shows, seeing sights, or something else that would qualify as
a vacation. Last week on Monday evening he decided that we should go bowling for family
home evening. We decided to go to Nickle
Bowl – but along with half to most of the businesses in Myrtle Creek, Nickle
Bowl is closed on Mondays. Thus we went
up to Roseburg.
The last few times we’ve gone, I have
always chosen a lighter ball. My wrist
doesn’t appreciate the extra weight of a bowling ball. Also, the holes seem more spread out on the
heavier balls and I have tiny hands. Whenever we bowl either Jenna and I will
make the request to have bumpers as it will prevent us from getting from 10 –
20 gutter balls.
Bowling always reminds me of other
times I have spent at various bowling alleys. When my own family had gone
bowling, I remember how Kayla would somehow put a spin on her ball and appear
to be coaching it. She would move her
arm from one gutter to the other to guide the ball to move from one side to the
other. It somehow worked! It was as though she were acting as a voodoo
doll for her ball. Even when she turned
around, the ball would appear to do the same thing. It was like an unbelievable magic.
I don’t recall whether it had been
Corey or Kayla, but one of them let the ball go before the pinsetter had
finished – not that either one of them threw hard enough to damage it. Or else the pinsetter would hit a wiggling
pin and knock it down causing it to knock down other pins. For the most part, I
have happy memories.
When Roland and I were first dating, I
remember Tony having set up ten pop bottles at the end of the hall. I don’t recall what kind of ball he used to
knock the bottles down. I smiled at his
desire to bowl.
PE was always a requirement as part of
the high school curriculum. There was
always a choice offered for different physical activity classes. For example, I had signed up for modern
dance. Corey took a class that
introduced sports such as bowling and golf.
I don’t recall what the name of the class was as written in the
catalog. Mom and Corey always referred
to it as “wimpy gym”.
When
I was serving my mission in Woodbridge, there was one preparation day that my
companion decided to go bowling. We were
horrible. One member asked us how
horrible. I said that the best we did
was 254 (or whatever it was) and she said that was great. I said, “Not when you consider we played two
games and I just totaled up all four scores together”
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We had the choice of bowling per game
or bowling for an hour. We saved three
dollars by bowling for an hour and were able to get in two games each. We made jokes about the lane itself #13 that
had problems returning balls over 14 pounds.
Roland traded his 15 for a 13 which still got stuck, but Jenna’s did not
get stuck and she had a 14. I had a
10. The final scores were:
Jenna: 91 and 102,
Roland: 102 and 114
and my 80 and 85
We got something to eat before
returning back to Myrtle Creek. Construction
blocking where we needed to get on the freeway.
Rather than continue south, Roland went back north to get on before
taking the ramp back south.
