I took the kids bowling while Trevor was in Barcelona last fall. We usually go ice skating Sunday mornings. Not wanting to skate without our entrenador (coach) we opted for another relatively obscure sport.
Straight outta the 80s, this alley was completely empty on a Sunday morning. Score! The kids got their 6 pound balls, their little slide for rolling the ball, and the gutter blockers down. In search of an appropriate ball for myself, I picked a 12 pounder. To which the employee suggested I might want something lighter. Wha? No, I’m good.
Later I’d find out that my daughter was much sicker than I thought she was. She let me take her bowling turns while she curled up in the chair. Ok. I like bowling!
Ordered a pizza. Told it will take 45 minutes because they have to clean the oven. Uh. Alright. Employee tells me I handle the 12 pound ball well. I tell him my daughter weighs 37 pounds and I lift her up with a one arm swoop. Jeez buddy. Girls aren’t weak. I eat watermelons bigger than 12 pounds.
Slowly more bowlers arrived. A family settled in next to us. I scooted the slide over there way in case they wanted to use it too. Then I saw that they brought their own shoes and bowling balls. They are our doppelgängers of the bowling world! That’s how we look at the rink with our own ice skates.
This facility also has tiny mini golf, tiny bumper cars, and (I assume) tiny laser tag.
The mini golf course. Better than nothing I guess.
Since moving here more than two years ago, I’ve had three side view mirror incidents. Now I’m done, right?
Yeah. Nothing like a morning shake up. Actually, I’m positive this happens all the time of these narrow mountain roads. Several times now I’ve seen the cars in front of me pass within inches of each other’s mirrors. And there are countless cars driving around with ‘naked’ side view mirrors. Or none at all.
The second mirror incident happened here, at our gym parking lot. Just a little scratching against a concrete pillar as I reversed. These stalls are narrow!
The first mirror incident occurred not long after he moved here. A garbage dumpster was hanging out into the street and my passenger-side mere got completely tore off. As in, dangling by a wire. Oops.
So if bad things come in threes I should be done now right? I’m sure that time I was slowly squeezing passed another car outside a school and our side view mirrors just kissed each other doesn’t count.
I always feel a little bit guilty when I go to deposit my rent into my landlord’s account. Why? Let me explain how people use the bank here. They use the bank to pay their utilities and obviously do things like deposit their paychecks and withdraw money. I have a feeling they do a lot more because the lines are always forever long.
Except they have an express lane for simply paying a deposit. And that’s what I use to pay rent. I always feel a little bit guilty passing up the eight or 10 people who are waiting in the longer line but if that’s the way the bank has set it up then who am I to go against the flow?
And I am eternally grateful for this process. Because I always come with my deposit slip already filled out. The bank might be the fastest place that I ever get in and out of. Just don’t ever use the drive-through. More about that later.
Last year they had an ice rink. Being much more practical this year, the Mayaguez plaza had carnival rides, DJs, and food vendors. Super fun and not many people there on a Monday night.
The carousel was free! Thanks city.
We ran into a school friend. And Trevor did a skating lift with her, naturally.
The ferris wheel in front of the church.
I opted out of the Tilt-O-Whirl. I’m getting old 🙁
Trevor suggested I take a photo of the architecture and the moon. Here ya go babe. 🙂
It’s still a little weird to be in such warm weather so close to Christmas. But this definitely put me in the spirit!
Mayaguez LOVES speed bumps. On my route between school and my gym, I bump on top of more than 20! (my poor shocks). The city recently added two fresh ones. Did the residents request it? Who knows…but it has amounted to some hilarious passive aggressive behaviors.
When the bumps first arrived drivers were just avoiding one by driving on the grass around it. So someone stacked a tidy pile of rocks on the flat grass. A nice little way of saying, hey, don’t drive on the grass.
Which apparently didn’t keep people from not driving on the grass. So, someone added more piles of rocks.
Then one morning I saw the rocks had been painted red. Blood red. Like, it actually looked like blood. But that afternoon, someone else took said bloody rocks and spread out the tidy little piles.
A few days later Trevor told me he actually saw someone throwing the rocks into the bushes down the hill there. Sorry for the blurry pic. Someone was behind me and it was raining. Adios rocas. Hahaha. What next will we see? 🙂