When I was a young teenager my parents bought me a bowling ball for Christmas. I think I was actually a fairly good bowler although it only lasted through the early dating years.
I found it in my garage this early spring while cleaning and thought it would be great fun to use it as an ornamental in my garden. I put it on a sturdy rebarb metal stick and there it was. However, it was just a dull color in the garden without any personality to talk about. So one day last week when the heat was high in the Midwest, I thought it was time I decorated it.
I pulled out the little tub of sequins and other fun "things" and spent some quiet time decorating my bowling ball by myself. It actually was a nice couple of hours...no where to go, nothing better to do than just sit around thinking and decorating my bowling ball.
I think life should be full of those moments where the momentum stops and a small, insignificant activity takes over the active brain.
There are still small cobwebs of hot glue strung about which I think might disappear with the coming rain. Or it might not. Either way, I really love my bowling ball.
