in a moment of unmitigated weakness, in the very room my grammu would die in not 24 hours later, i told the sisterclub i’d join their bowling league. i was weak, i know. all the death and the family togetherness made it seem like a good idea at the time.

luckily, the unfolding of the monday night league makes it impossible for me to bowl on tuesdays. though my dad doesn’t seem to understand.

“so i’ll see you tomorrow,” he said.
“no,” i said.
“i thought you were bowling,” he said.
“i can’t,” i said.
“why?”
“because i’m going to work instead.”
“you’re going to work tuesday nights?”
“no.”
“then you can bowl.”
“no. i can’t work monday nights, bowl tuesday, go to class thursday and work friday nigths, plus work 50 plus hours at my job,” i said.
“why not? you don’t have anyone at home.”

that’s when i shut up. gee thanks.