Strikes and Spares

I don't bowl. It stems from my deep seeded aversion to public shoes, and a quirky foot fungus phobia. Boys and balls, however, were made to go together. And if the ball weighs eight pounds and can be hurled down a lane to crash loudly into pins, then mine are all in. The local super bowl offers a special rate to homeschoolers once a month. We get an hour of bowling with the disinfected clown shoes for only $3 per kid. I get a red vinyl lounge chair and several homeschooling friends to sit and visit with. It's a sweet deal all the way around.



Bowling today was fun, and it marked the close of a very busy week. Nine long days ago my hubby and Hannah left on a trip with our church. Nine long days. They are driving into town as we speak, and I am so excited to see them and hear their stories and hug their necks. This picture was taken the morning they left town, and I've been looking at it for nine long days.


In the absence of my big and wonderful helpers, I have tried to plan at least one fun and special thing for the boys and I to do each day. We painted and shopped and ate at fun restaurants. We visited grandparents and friends. We swam, watched movies, played games, and bowled. It's been wonderful, and now I'm done and ready to have my family reassembled.


Long days. Nine of them.