Friday I went home at the usual hour (you have to, when you're in a carpool). We were on our way out the door for a postprandial constitutional, when we heard a telephone ringing. It hasn't exactly been open-window weather until very recently, so it's hard sometimes to tell whose phone is whose.
"If somebody wants to talk to us, they'll leave a message," says toxicfur. So, off we went.
On our return there's a cryptic message from iGrrrl. One envisions a weekend of working when one's boss calls at 8pm on a Friday night. But no, after a half hour of telephone tag it turned out to be an invitation to the Cape for a day or two.
Saturday was toxicfur's first softball game of the season. She plays a mean second base. Last year she broke a bone in her wrist sliding into second base (which, incidentally, is forbidden by the rules of church league softball, hoping to avoid just such injuries). I kept score, more or less. I think they spotted us a run in one inning, but I can't count reliably, so I'm not sure. Made no difference, as the game ended 11-14 in their favor.
I had to park near the MIT dome, a couple miles worth of hike away (across the Longfellow bridge), because of a Lions Club International convention, complete with parades and marching bands, which had closed the streets of Boston. There's a parade of some kind every weekend there. Sometimes two or three.
The usual post-game hangout was infested with people watching some other, less refined, "sport", so we invited ourselves to a party on the curate's roof deck. Was fun. And it's just a stone's throw from the Esplanade, where, a few days later, there would be fireworks. We got a return invite to do that (which, in the event, we declined).
Sunday, as always, started early. Packed up stuff, left the maps behind, dropped by church in the usual way, and drove south. We bought a map at a convenience store, but it wasn't all that helpful. Cell phones to the rescue; directions given, merely a 1.5 mile backup at the Bourne Bridge, and we're there, in time for lunch.
It was quite blustery, so no boating on Sunday. We went down the street to the beach, but even sand castling was difficult, because of blowing sand.
We are, on the whole, unfamiliar with children and their ways, except from years-ago personal experience of being children. These are quite well-behaved, though of course they get tired from time to time, or zoned into whatever they're doing, being children, and forget. Which is fine.
Felt odd, though; as if we were children ourselves in some ways, being consigned to the kids' bedroom to sleep. With a door that was difficult to latch and which the cat could unlatch by pushing on it.
Monday was much calmer, so boatstuff was in order. Some repairs were made, water taken aboard, lunch et, and reluctant seapersons put ashore before going off for the ominous three hour tour. I found myself in a borrowed car with two borrowed children. Who have very good "day care" manners, which they used. The television is a great zombification tool. We survived each other, more or less undamaged.
The hosts and toxicfur had a grand time sailing, though there was a bit less wind than one would like. Having turned rather green around the gills the last time I went sailing there, it was better that I remained ashore.
Fireworks, even though it was the 3rd, at the shore. I think there was a fireworks display every few miles along the coast; we could see the neighboring one low on the horizon. Quite nice, really.
And home, Tuesday morning, in just an hour and a half, which approaches the zero-traffic limit, and includes 10 minutes spent buying gas and finding caffeine.
A good time was had by all. A+++ would do again.
Must have been fun... toxicfur has a crisscross of Neapolitan ice-cream colored stripes on her back, arms, and neck. We took in a sale at REI, and settled in for some quality time with Netflix for the evening. We've caught up, for now, with all 3 balls in the air simultaneously. That in itself feels like a major accomplishment. Especially since one of those 3 disks was on our tv for something like 8 months, unwatched.
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