It’s a day for indoor work, yet again. But with breaks.
Movies, yes, of course. Winter movies. Depressing, excellent but horrible movies.
Ed, want to see another?
In a day or two…
Searching for alternatives, Ed proposes bowling. Now, some people do not like engaging in things they are not good at. They like to smell at least the possibility of success. I am one of them. And so I remain quiet.
Ed asks: How about if we just take a look.
It’s sweet. Saturday. Kids’s day.
So if these little tykes can do this, maybe you can do this?
I have bowled only a handful of times (bowling was an unknown in Poland) and even if there are bumper guards, you can count on my ball jumping lanes and finding a safe haven in an unguarded gutter. Still…Ed is so enthusiastic, so eager. I'm wondering if bowling is to Ed as France is to Nina.
Tomorrow. Let's bowl tomorrow.
To get through January and February (see post below), one has to, I have to, think broadly and acquiesce.
We drive through white fields in gray light. Nothing pulls me toward the outdoors now. Nothing.
Tomorrow, we bowl.
[*it’s a mind spin back to this title.]