Let’s go Bowling Daddy!!

Wouldn’t you just know it, now that school is out the kids want to go everywhere and do everything. I think because of our Memorial Day Weekend, they think we are capable of every kind of entertainment under the sun! So with much furvor, we the Willow Family joined a bowling league. The bowling alley is located in Beaverville. Even though our family members are devout Ducks, we ventured over!

Bee Kay Blok, the town photographer, was so kind to help us get started. She helped us read all the instructions There is a lot to learn about bowling and sure are a lot of rules. Not quite sure why we were to call the pins by their number. So when it was my time to bowl, I called down to the pins “Hello #7, hello #8!” I received quite a few stares. Maybe my voice was too high? The rules also state to do your best - - - I don’t think we were strong enough to push those big balls very far, but we followed the rules and did our best! Our other team members were Asil Rumble and Ge’Orge Kloggershoe. They really helped fill in the gaps to round out our first bowling experience. I'm sure they were a bit stunned at our size. They were very pleasant and told us we were welcome anytime!

Bee Kay Blok’s boyfriend, Brin-Brin Corncobber is quite a character and kept enticing the kids to go on the bowling ball ride. Never heard of such a thing before. Brin-Brin had them wait in line on the ball on the bulls eye mark for their turn. They strapped on their helmets and jumped inside the holes. Of course my wife was a nervous Nellie and thought they might somehow fall out. Brin-Brin convinced us nothing bad would happen. Well - - the ball went flying down the lane, into the gutter and then launched into the next lane over. The ball with our little precious furry ones collided with another ball, and it looked more like a game of pool with big balls than bowling. When all said and done, in the third lane over, the ball with Weston & Wilena in it got a strike! Everyone cheered except us! We were so concerned! Never having bowled before we were horrified when this big scoop pushed everything into a large hole and the ball, with our children in it, disappeared down into a vast pit. Bee Kay and Brin-Brin we laughing so loud that the entire bowling alley stopped to watch. “But where are our children?” All we got were howls of hysteria as they pointed to the three lanes over and low and behold the ball popped back up. The kids were a bit wide-eyed, but I think they enjoyed the ride! We had great fur-family-fun! We’ll definitely be back. Not sure if we should listen to Brin-Brin Corncobber next time though!