The Shoe Swap

So, we sold our house this week. No, we don't have another house yet and we don't know exactly what neighbourhood we are moving to, but that isn't the point of this post anyways. This post is about the ups and downs of bowling -- the house sale is mentioned just as back-story.

The sale of our home was conditional on an inspection, so we went bowling during the three-hour block set aside for the inspection. We went five-pin bowling in the spring as part of a work event and Scott absolutely loved it, so he nearly broke into song when I told him we were going bowling again. He fully expected everyone from my work to be there and for there to be a dinner spread and prizes. We had to temper his expectations a bit to say that it would just be us, there would be no prizes, but I would buy him a donut from the bakery afterwards if he wanted.



Katie was super-cute to watch bowl. The five-pin bowling balls are small enough that she can carry them on her own, although she has a bit of trouble trying to pitch them forward. We found the best system was to have her kneel down with the ball on the floor and then push it down the lane. With the bumpers blocking the gutters, it was only a matter of time before the ball finally nudged a pin down. I usually knelt beside her and boosted the ball a little after she released it.

Katie was pretty good about waiting to take her turn, although she started to get tired of it a bit near the end and just wanted to bowl all the time. Finally a song came on that she really liked and she was more concerned with her dance moves than the batting order. This girl can shake it, and she does.



So, in the end R was the big winner. We were all pretty terrible and the bumpers were used to maximum effect (a bank-shot strike is still a strike, right?).



We turned in our bowling shoes to retrieve our street shoes and were shocked to find that R's boots were gone. There was another pair of black boots there, so either someone accidentally put hers on (there was a high school gym class that had been in the same time as us) or someone outright stole them. Either way, she had nothing but socks and there was a slushy parking lot between us and our car.



The owners of the bowling alley tried to contact the gym teacher to try to track down the boots, but no one answered so they took pity on us and gave R a pair of bowling shoes to wear home.



Now she has a killer pair of size sixes in perfect colours to see her through snow and slush of the Christmas season. I say it was a great outcome, but she demurs.

Oh, and instead of a donut, Scott opted for a green frosted cookie. Katie got pink.