Bowling

Wednesday, June 28, 2023

I know and I accept that I am a dork… I embrace it.

Back in the day, I was in a bowling league… on a team… with my dad. I started bowling when I moved back to California in 2005. It was a way to get out of the house as well as spend more time with my dad. I bowled up until 2013. I even bowled when I was pregnant with my kiddo. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not really that good. I’m about one step above needing the bumper guards. The highest I’ve bowled is a 212, which is decent when you’re out casually, but not when you’re in a league. I even have a couple of custom bowling ball, my own shoes, and a rolling bag. And yes, we wore matching shirts… that I designed, of course.

I stopped bowling because of a few reasons. First, I was in the middle of a divorce, which ate up a lot of time and money. Then, the team split because my dad split with his then girlfriend… on a side note, thank god for that, she was absolutely terrible and a vindictive two-faced narcissist. Then, I met the boyfriend. It was all too much. And it was getting more and more expensive and I had just become a single, one-income mom. After the pandemic, the bowling alley closed, so there is no going back. My dad doesn’t even have his bowling stuff anymore.

Cut to today. I got an email about a charity bowling event. None of my co-workers want to go. They were actually surprised that I was excited about the event. However, there is ZERO chance that I’m going alone. That meant one thing… text my dad. He is all for it. Now, he’s getting new bowling gear, and my step-mom is picking out our shirts… what have I started? The cool part is that there is a bowling alley in the little town they live in. After he’s geared up, we can have many father-daughter-granddaughter bowling days.

Bowling always makes me think of “The Big Lebowski”… and the Dude abides.