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“Yes. Bowling!

That is what I want to do on my birthday!” I said.

NJ smiled slow. I hadn’t been near the thing, it couldn’t be that hard. No pressure. Let’s just go …

“Ma, you sure? Its what you want for you ‘day’..?

Sure, I’m sure. Hypothyroid & everything. Doc had said to work out, and what was a lil bowling for few silly pins in a row. I’m 59 today sweetheart, I know what am asking for. No sweat!!!

Ok. Long sweet story and much laughter. Johann our visually challenged son did way better than I could even haul that thing in a straight line to where bowling does what it does.

My score reached a staggering 7, with everyone watching even the jacketted girl by sanitizer, she wasn’t even grinning. Main man in navy blue blazer went by twice thrice with worried momma hen eyes, before walking away to turn around as if casually!

When I scored my first everyone exhaled, Johann hooted for joy. Then another few, and one last parting accomplishment….

husband NJ asked if I’d like another whole round, he’s like that. Positive. Thought I was just warming up. Had to tell him. I’d had enough, was time to see other things…anything else…

(He himself was flying. Like Bowling were nothing except sending wee plastic light headed darlings into gravity less space).

We walk out that Alley and life went on somehow better for all that pressure. Its the way it is; is why we have valleys and mountain steeps. Pressure isn’t always such a bad thing, now I know. God knew. He made me walk that alley to understand some of that. Yea, happy sigh.

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