Strike!

Last Saturday we had another church outing, this time to Islands Brygge Bowling! This place was about an hour's trip away from home (by bus) and seemed to be about the seediest place in Copenhagen...well, it wasn't so much seedy as just really industrial and deserted. Apparently it's on the verge of becoming the next "it" place, but for now, I'd say it's somewhere I'd rather not be after dark. The bowling alley itself, however, was actually really nice--not smokey, not too busy, clean, and cheap! Works for me! Anyhow, we actually had a pretty nice turnout with two lanes with bumpers for the kiddos and two lanes for the adults (without bumpers!). I somehow managed to break 100 all three games, but I was definitely not the shining star of the group. I was somewhat shocked that three of the adults in our group had their own bowling shoes!! Two of them had their own balls. And one guy even had...the glove.

Now what, may I ask, is the point of a fingerless bowling glove? This is one of those bowling mysteries that even my semester long course in Bowling at Wheaton College failed to answer! Ruby, Carter, and Nathan were the youngest bowlers and also some of the least enthusiastic, only lasting one game each. Carter did show some interest as to where his ball ended up, but Ruby (as seen in the last picture) barely had a second glance to spare her ball as it crept down the lane. Several times the ball had to be rescued half way down the lane where it had come to a rather pitiful stop! They did seem to have a good time running in front of people just as they were about to bowl though, so I guess you could say a fun time was had by all!

It's been a real whirlwind of activities this summer, but it's been fun. We've gotten closer to our friends and it's going to make leaving this fall that much harder. I will never regret opening up our hearts and our lives to these people though. God has blessed us so richly with their friendships.

Well, it's bedtime at the Nelson house, so it's time to sign off and get teeth brushed, jammies on, stories read, and prayers said. Hope you have a restful evening in your neck of the woods.