I CAN"T BOWL

Today was my daughter’s birthday. I did not get the drawing done I had planned, but rushed a pen and ink sketch of my grand kids so I would have something. This time I messed up the shadowing. I used a crosshatch technique and got the area around the eyes to dark. They look evil. I am sure they have their moments when that is the right look, but not the one I was working to achieve.

I am now officially the worst bowler in my family. I really needed the alley with the bumper pads. I don’t think the gutter is a good place to send the ball, so why did I do it so often? The last time I bowled was 1897 (your read that right), Nothing was automated, and the balls were cow pies that exploded into a million pieces of mostly powder when you hit the cow’s feet, assuming you chose the right one. It was an attempt to tip cows. I had a goal of reaching 40. I failed. I am so ashamed. I once bowled 212, but that’s very ancient history and only happened once. I couldn’t bend far enough to my right. I could not get enough speed to run to the line. I couldn’t keep my arm straight and worst of all I couldn’t find a ball light enough that I could get my fingers to fit. It was great fun.

We went for Thai food after bowling. I had no idea my grand kids would eat Thai. We had a great meal with nothing left over. I was truly shocked. I love Thai. We did not have any fast food and they ate a lot. I am amazed! Where did these kids come from?

After supper, I took the family to Dairy Queen for Blizzards. Aren’t I a wonderful Papa. Buy one, get a second one for 25ç (now through Sunday if you're interested. I may go again.). Also very cheap!

I got great news today that made my birthday (tomorrow). There is an opening at The Home for a section 8 resident, and a management representative came over for me to sign the papers. My rent will go down. Having little money is my own fault. I’m just glad it’s me, and not my wife working through the government paperwork. We did very well and lived a comfortable live. Our joy was always to try and take care of nearly every need that came across our path. That often left us with little, but we always paid all our bills and gave away the rest. We had both come from poverty and knew how to live on very little. I am doing it again with a great deal of peace. But this housing assistance will take the pressure off me. Yeah! The other positive side is seeing how God cares. No regrets. This is love.

Sorry, got a little personal, but I am a very happy man.