Today I went bowling with my grandson. I beat the pants off him. Ha!
It’s been a while since I have bowled. I really can’t remember when but I know my knee didn’t hurt the last time like it does now. That was the first thing I noticed.
My grandson is only ten and clearly needs some more practice at this game. We are trying to get together a few times a month so I told him on rainy days (like today) or days when it is over 90 degrees; we will go bowling.
I tried to be the cool Nana so I trash talked him a little.
There was a group of seniors there; some way into their 80’s. A few didn’t even know where they were. They had to use the gizmos to help the ball stay in the lane. They could barely lift the ball to put it on the rack that lets it roll down the lane. But they got a kick out of my grandson and I. They cheered him and jeered me when I trash talked.
They had two aides helping them and when it was time to leave I couldn’t help but laugh when the one said “let’s roll”. Most of them had walkers or wheel chairs; was that insensitive?
They didn’t seem to notice and they all waved and told us good-bye as they were leaving even the ones who didn’t seem to know where they were.
My 22-year-old son says I am old my parents say I am young.
That’s how I feel.
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