BOWLING BALLS and ECSTASY

If you dare add more excitement to your life, consider BOWLING...

My parents lived out decades clobbering pins with marbled ball projectiles, leaving an estate of shining trophies.

Evidence of  practiced skill

was everywhere you looked.

Back in the day for me as well, the, ahem, *celestial* Stardust Lanes was scene to a new enriching friendship, alive and well today -

With dear friend

-Reba-

Wise at barely two, daughter Christine deemed her lap the most trusted in our ladies league. Already then, the kid was smart.

Flash forward now to a recent Sunday with the clan at Sun Ray Lanes, celebrating birthdays, one of them my own.  Munching friendly Sun Ray pizzas, family gathered 'round when time to open gifts.

. 

Amidst little great grand daughter's intrigue with birthday flashing Sketcher shoes, I unwrapped mere papers, oddly clipped to these:

"Coupons" from grand daughter Leah

and her mother, Christine!

Beneath them was a check from Christine, the payee line still blank.  The 'mere papers' were photos of what looked to be a duplex, and a very large one at that. 

All my innards were in tremble mode by now.

Christine filled me in on its high ceilings, cabinets tall and perfect for my height, and I could no kidding hardly speak when asked if I might like to live there. And by the way, an appointment had been made to see this very place at three that afternoon!

By four o'clock the dream became reality: A lease was signed and deposit check received by a kind and friendly owner.  The key was in my hand for this ...

~Home Sweet Home for Grandma Big~ 

I'm on the lower,

with family mere minutes away.

Isn't it so wonderful? So remember, stepping into certain alleys ain't all bad and could even bring an ecstasy divine. 

When your heart

is in your dream,

no request is too extreme.

            Jiminy Crickett



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