Out of the Zone

Today I went bowling. You should know that I did not choose bowling, would not choose bowling, and I have serious reservations about people who bowl.

Bowling is just wrong for so many reasons in my world...

The EWW Factor. I know they spray those shoes with industrial strength anti-bac (or maybe it's just Lysol - you don't know) I can't even use a public microwave and this sport wants you to put a stranger on your feet. My skin literally crawled for 2 hours as I felt the fungal infection permeate my socks and attach itself to my very non-athletic feet. Even after arriving home, immediately removing my socks and cleaning my feet the feeling of violation still lingers. If you have never experienced this just look around you next time you are at the lanes...guy with sweat spraying from his forehead with every lob was wearing your shoes last Tuesday night. - you're welcome.

As if the shoes where not enough, at some point around mid hurl of ball 3 (I say hurl - because that's how I bowl) I realized that not only were my feet submerged in footwear as well used as a subway restroom, my fingers were repeatedly being stuffed into the communal holes of a 10 pin bowling ball. I worked my head around it, avoiding the thought of the microbial contamination assaulting my fingers. Then snacks arrived and every one began commenting about how well the ball would slide off your hand with the finger holes lubed up with pizza grease. Eww, Ewwww, ewww,eww, EWW!

The Reliving - No event like a corporate bonding bowling afternoon will go unmentioned. Tomorrow I'll be reliving the cringe, skin crawling nightmare all over again.

Gratitude today that a few hours in someone else's shoes have reminded me to keep working at my own game. Oh, a gratitude too that my kids never ask to go bowling.

Gratitude, hope and smiles are meant to be shared,

Michelle

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It's been a day off work and a day getting ready for the next season.

Michael took down the Christmas lights. I swapped out the front door basket, gone are the mitts and hats. I did really well this year actually, I matched up gloves and mittens and only stored the pairs. Usually I dump the basket into the storage bin without a care and put it on the shelf. That works ok until October, when a freak snow storm hits and I resort to sending E-man to school in one red magic mit and a purple one. Next fall is going to be SWEET! Winter accessories stored Martha Stewart style I loaded the basket with ball-caps, skipping ropes and street hockey balls. 

Also on the list was the ice rink. Hours of fun melted away weeks ago. Mike dismantled the boards and folded the tarp for storage, carefully labeling the pieces so that next year we don't stand in the backyard trying to desperately remember how it all came together.


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The street is officially crawling with kids. Kids on skateboards and rip-sticks, kids playing street-hockey, basketball and an asphalt version of soccer. More kids came out of winter storage than I remember counting at the end of the outdoor season. Michael is practicing for outdoor activities as well. He's perfecting his smash on the Wii and I am very afraid, as are Lula's friends, that we might all be in trouble.




The return. Watch Out Brandon!!! I told you not to sit there!

 

There are of course remnants of the chilly season. Winter coats are hanging in the closet still, one string of lights was missed on the front porch and the cover has not been removed from the air conditioner. All things that will change in time, there is promise for a great new season. There are buds on the rosebush and green tips of hosta are pushing through the soil, the geese are flying in the right direction and I am hopeful that I could wash the car without it being coated in salt before it dries.

Gratitude today for the promise of great things to come including spring, a tennis match and an easy transition back into winter when the time comes.


Spend some moment everyday in reflection of gratitude and happiness. Even if the time found is standing in line for coffee...use is wisely.


Michelle


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