It is so very unusual to wake up and hear that you're under a tornado watch in November. And then to hear the winds outside, hitting the farmhouse with a whiplash of rain. And to see the basement foundation leak puddles of water. To turn on the lights during the day, to watch Isis absolutely refuse to go out.
Such an odd Sunday!
Breakfast -- that's fine. It's always fine.
After, I stack the table high with work books, but it's more for effect than for hard core work. My mind drifts. It's brutal to have a computer at your elbow when your mind drifts. Brutal and dangerous, too, to be told by your sweetie -- oh, do what you want with our trip! That and a computer -- well now, work progress is going to be slow.
Toward evening we are ready to haul ourselves outdoors. The winds are less intense, the rains have passed.
We have errands to do -- Farm and Fleet, where Ed buys his replacement winter jacket (no, it's not cool and quaint: more like stiffly practical and cheap). Woodman's supermarket, where we restock in life's essentials. And then -- bowling. We go bowling.
It's Ed's idea: we haven't moved at all since the bad weather set in. More importantly perhaps (from his perspective), the bowling alley is close to both Farm and Fleet and Woodman's and -- it offers bowling for three for $15, shoes included, so long as you come on a Sunday after 5. No, we're not three, we're two -- but they'll bend the rules.
Ed and I don't bowl often, but this game is electric! He wins all four rounds, but I am on his heels!
In truth, I'm not much of a bowler. No one bowls in Poland. Then, too, there's my speed (these days, in addition to your score, you get to know how powerful your throw is) -- Ed routinely shoots that ball at 17+ mph. I'm thrilled if I throw it at 10.
Stil, each of us has a strike here and there and the gutter balls are fewer than in the past.
And it is good to move again.
Even as the winds are picking up outside again, pushing autumn out, bringing winter closer and closer to the farmhouse doors.
Such an odd Sunday!
Breakfast -- that's fine. It's always fine.
After, I stack the table high with work books, but it's more for effect than for hard core work. My mind drifts. It's brutal to have a computer at your elbow when your mind drifts. Brutal and dangerous, too, to be told by your sweetie -- oh, do what you want with our trip! That and a computer -- well now, work progress is going to be slow.
Toward evening we are ready to haul ourselves outdoors. The winds are less intense, the rains have passed.
We have errands to do -- Farm and Fleet, where Ed buys his replacement winter jacket (no, it's not cool and quaint: more like stiffly practical and cheap). Woodman's supermarket, where we restock in life's essentials. And then -- bowling. We go bowling.
It's Ed's idea: we haven't moved at all since the bad weather set in. More importantly perhaps (from his perspective), the bowling alley is close to both Farm and Fleet and Woodman's and -- it offers bowling for three for $15, shoes included, so long as you come on a Sunday after 5. No, we're not three, we're two -- but they'll bend the rules.
Ed and I don't bowl often, but this game is electric! He wins all four rounds, but I am on his heels!
In truth, I'm not much of a bowler. No one bowls in Poland. Then, too, there's my speed (these days, in addition to your score, you get to know how powerful your throw is) -- Ed routinely shoots that ball at 17+ mph. I'm thrilled if I throw it at 10.
Stil, each of us has a strike here and there and the gutter balls are fewer than in the past.
And it is good to move again.
Even as the winds are picking up outside again, pushing autumn out, bringing winter closer and closer to the farmhouse doors.
Bowling! How fun! That's a great deal, too. We haven't gone since living in Utah when it cost something crazy expensive for just 4 of us.
ReplyDeleteMy friend called yesterday "A waste of 50 degree weather." It never really stopped raining here. It was pretty to watch the rain and wind, but it sure would have been great to get outside in 50s in November!
At least you didn't get the tornado that caused such havoc... how did your daughter fare in Chicago?
ReplyDeleteI love bowling but haven't done it in eons. We used to have a 10-pins bowling alley at the foot of our street growing up as kids and we spent a lot of time down there. I only know of one bowling alley within 15 miles of here now.