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| Sashimi and Jurassic Fire roll |
As far as I’m concerned, my streak of posts remains intact. It’s only 9:55 PM in California, after all.
After feeding the cats this morning, I crawled back into bed and fully intended to sleep for a long time. Instead, I ended up playing around on the laptop. I optimized a couple of my websites to work with iPhones, caught up on the football news that I’ve been ignoring for the last two weeks, made a few Scrabble moves, and watched some 30 Rock.
At around noon, I moved myself downstairs, ate some eggs and corned-beef hash, and prepared to watch some more 30 Rock. Fell asleep on the couch. It was a lovely nap.
At a little after three, Betsy called and we arranged to have sushi for dinner and maybe catch a movie. The sushi was amazing. I was never a big raw fish fan until Betsy turned me on to the stuff a couple of years ago. Now I really like it. Particularly sashimi, which is just your basic raw fish. In addition to that tonight, we got a special sushi roll called Jurassic Fire, and it did not disappoint. I couldn’t tell you what was in the thing other than rice, shrimp, avocado and (horrors!) a bit of cream cheese; but just dang! I think I could eat that stuff three times a day.
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| Sushi chefs or priests or whatever they’re called. |
The timing for the flick didn’t work out quite right, though, so we opted instead to go bowling after dinner. It’s been just about a year since I was last at the lanes, so I was fairly pleased with myself after bowling games of 173, 155 and 169. Nothing earth-shattering, sure, but the average I carried when I was in leagues for several years in the 90’s was about 175.
I’ve gotten older, my knee doesn’t want to bowl 10 games at a time any more, and the ball (16 pounds) feels a bit heavier than it used to; but I really can’t complain about my scores considering how little I get to roll these days.
One of the pictures in this entry is of Betsy holding “The Bowling Buddy,” which is a stuffed rat that I use to wipe the oil off of my bowling ball. I started using a stuffed animal for this, rather than a towel, during my time in the leagues. I’m not exactly sure why, other than the fact that I had one in my bowling bag one night and it seemed like a logical thing to do. My current bowling buddy (the rat) is actually the third toy that has had that title with me, and it generally gets a few comments from whomever is bowling in the lanes next to me – and it makes me smile when I see its little head getting crushed on the ball return rack.
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| Betsy poses with my disgusting, oil-coverd “Bowling Buddy” |
An interesting thing about bowling for me is that I generally don’t care about anybody else’s score. It is one of the only competitive games that I play in which the only thing on my mind is trying to do better than myself. There is something fascinating (to me) about watching the ball spin down the lane, hook in a way that seems to defy gravity (I have a hook that breaks so hard that it’s generally impossible for me to pick up single pins on the right side of the lane) and then explode into the pocket just like it should. If someone throws better than I do, I honestly don’t care. It’s all about the feeling that I get from my own throws.
Billiards is a similar thing. I’m terrible at pool and I know it – but I love watching the balls bounce all over the table.
After bowling, we stopped at a Krispy Kreme donut place for a late snack. I’ve never been a huge fan of KK donuts, but every now and then a mouthful of sugar can taste pretty good, and we got a couple of the things straight off of the line, which was a first for me. Gotta admit that warm donuts covered with glaze….mmmmm.
Tomorrow should be a lazy day for me. Planning to do some laundry, wash some dishes, tidy up downstairs a little bit, and maybe practice my horn for a while. Mostly, however, I’ll just be napping on the couch and waiting for the next winter storm (predicted for sometime between tomorrow and Tuesday) to hit.
Maybe I should go get my laptop from the office. Just in case.
TWD