Franklinsanity

5:20 am, New Britain and environs, CT:  big day for the kids yesterday. Minor pool party – meaning Quinn in the water nearly the entire time, and meaning Ted got to both swim and play buoy ball. 

What is buoy ball you might ask?  Some kind of bat stuffed into a lobster buoy. With which you hit a big fat softball-sized ball. Bat is super top heavy and makes a loud smack when you connect. 

Ted loved it. Of course. It involved hitting and throwing a ball. Eventually had his Dad, uncle and friend tuning around the lawn trying to retrieve his hits while he ran improvised bases, literally diving and sliding to avoid being tagged. 

Quinn swam. 

Then we switched venues to a private lake beach club place. Ted went sailing with friends’ older kids. 

Quinn and I swam – back and forth to a diving raft. About 50 times. She is tireless. I got sort of exhausted. Damn fresh water. Where is that buoy when you need it?

Ted and Quinn also played some kind of pit-bound, ground-oriented dodgeball game called Gaga. I’d never heard of it. Which is a little shocking given that it has been around since the 60’s. They loved it. Also, something involving knocking a frisbee into one of two cans, after a person standing at one can throws it at the other can. Also never heard of it. 

What the heck happened to horseshoes? At least I know what the f*** swimming and sailing are. 

Still, fascinating. Kids were basically dead by 930, which is when we got home and about 90 mins past their usual summer bedtime. 

Today we hit another beach – on the Sound somewhere. I expect full crankiness when we roust them in about an hour. 

Summer. It’s hard work!