Enough Reminders Already!

Last night I joined some friends for a game of bowling. A game, mind you. One game.

It has been a decade or so since I last bowled. That is not reflective of my enjoyment of the game. I love it!

I grew up in the bowling alley. Mom and Dad always played in leagues. My brothers and I often watched them for the evenings. And Grandpa Follette was league champion for more years than I can count. Sunday afternoons were regularly spent in the Newark bowling alley with him generously doling out lessons and tips for improvement. I knew the game pretty well.

But my hubby is not such a fan. He actually has a disdain for the activity. Needless to say, I have not bowled much in these past 30 years (I could count on my fingers the number of times.) So an invite to join friends sounded like fun to this Mama!

However, one game and one morning later, my wrist hurts. Just from bowling. Just from one game.

Reminder: 52 is not 20 or 30 or even 40.

But it was still fun. And I hope I get to do it again sometime. But maybe I won't wait another decade this time. And maybe I'll try a lighter ball...