I have to admit, this has been one of the more relaxing weekends I’ve had in a while … so far.
Last night, Friday, we were going to stay in, order a pizza and watch movies. But Loretta (Linda’s sister) called and invited us to go bowling in Bloomington with her and Jacob. So we did.
The first place we went was called Suburban Bowling. Unfortunately, they had at least three lanes that weren’t working and it was going to be at least a half hour, if not longer before we could bowl. The guy working there told us that our next best bet would be the Student Union at Indiana University. He even called over there to see how busy they were. Nice guy.
We got the the Union found the bowling lanes and had a blast. Around 8 p.m. they turned the lights off and we bowled by black light — cosmic bowling, some places call it.
I won both games, though it wasn’t as much a competition between us as it was me trying to see how well I could do. I had a 129 in the first game and really got it in gear in the second — nailing three strikes and a pair of spares in the middle five frames — before slacking off and finishing with a 133.
Zach came back strong in the second game, too. He had a 33 in the first but wound up with a 67 in the second. He really enjoys bowling, too.
Tyler didn’t go with us, however. He went to a friend’s house after school and spent the night. I hate that he isn’t around to participate in family activities much anymore, but realize, too, that it’s all part of the growing up process.
After bowling we went to Fazoli’s for a late dinner. It was nice just to get out and do something different for a change.
Today was suppose to be the start of high school baseball and softball season, but last night’s rain took care of that.
Both teams were to play doubleheaders at home, the inaugural games on the diamonds. I went out there just in case, but there was no sign of life. Now I just have to figure out what to put on my sports page Monday.
Tomorrow is suppose to be real nice out, too. I think I might take Zach and go fishing. I owe him that from a few weeks ago when I did something — I don’t recall what — with Tyler. I’m glad Zach likes to fish. He’s so self-conscious and aware of how high and low his self-esteem is. It makes me feel good to help him do things he enjoys.
Maybe this time out I’ll actually catch something.