The Flash, and the new bowling ball. long ride to Chester PA.

Nastia convinced Sean to buy a new bowling ball, and almost as soon as he did, hers started to chip around the finger holes. As she always does, she looks to her little finger on her right hand and magically a bowling ball is purchased.

The ball is ordered before Christmas, and we are off from bowling for two weeks. She isn’t able to pick it up before we go back to bowling, so her little finger asks the people at the desk if they are able to open the door and get the ball for us. As luck would have it, the ball was paid for, and they have the keys. She bowls well that night with her new ball helping to overcome the poor games I bowl, and Sean not being there. The following week, Sean is not there again, and I hurt my back. She absolutely shines by single handedly overcoming the handicaps, and securing another five points. It is January, and we are in the race for a trophy.

There is this thing women do when they want to take off their bra, or a shirt that is under another shirt, that all men find amazing, and oh so interesting. We all stop what we are doing and just watch in amazement. A woman can take her arms out of her shirt, move them all around under the shirt and out of one of the arms pops a bra, or an unwanted shirt. No fuss, no muss, no flashing the crowd. The same can’t be said for women, or at least my daughter doing the reverse. At the beginning of bowling I watched my daughter take her arms out of her shirt, and a few moments later a shirt popped out one of her sleeves. She said she was too warm. I’ve given up telling her she should go to the ladies room to do that. She always would say, “I’m not flashing anyone”, and she hasn’t. At the end of bowling she wanted to reverse the removal of the shirt, and put the undershirt back on. The outer shirt is a Beatles shirt that doesn’t fit me anymore. She takes the former undershirt, puts it under the Beatles shirt, pulls her arms out of their sleeves, and I can see this is not going to end well. So, yes, like any modern person I pick up my phone, and start taking a video, instead of warning her. After she has flashed her bra to a good number of the bowlers near her, and she has come to that realization, she bids a hasty retreat, dropping the undershirt, putting her arms back in their sleeves, and quickly pulling down her shirt. She commented that the guy on the lane near us, who is about her age was staring, and must have gotten a good view. Maybe now she’ll go to the ladies room. Elena calls from work, and announces she will be home late. She says she has to drop off a car in Chester, and it will be about three hours before she will be home. Teri, and I both think, and say, “Chester,NY is not three hours away.” I bet you thought the same thing. Teri texts her for clarification, It turns out she is driving a car out to Chester PA. Now her job occasionally does this. Elena started as a courier, and they had her driving all over ZGod’s creation. At first we didn’t realize this was happening. At dinner she’d announce work had her drive down to Carlstadt NJ to a warehouse to pick up parts. We would be impressed, and glad we didn’t know about it before she went. This trip to Chester PA, that lovely little town south of Philadelphia PA. right on the Delaware River takes her, lets just say she comes waltzing back into the house sometime around 10PM,anounces she is going into work late tomorrow, so don’t wake her up. We get the usual details from her. I’ll write them down right here…. Something about someone driving either with her to pick up a car, or she followed someone to drop off a car. Well I guess it really doesn’t matter, she got home safe.