Skipping required fun

So, yesterday, work had required fun: a barbecue picnic at the beach. Apparently very juvenile, with tons of alcohol even though alcohol is illegal on public beaches. I'm glad I missed it.

Instead, I drove home, gathered up the family, and we went out swimming at a park before an appointment Omaha had at five. Kouryou-chan was an aggressive little swimmer, going back and forth from one side of the kiddie area to the other. It was still too deep for her feet to touch the bottom, so in the hour we had she put a lot of energy out just keeping afloat. But she kept insisting that she didn't need help, so I just stood behind her and made sure she didn't go under. The pool was full of kids-- very crowded, people kept running into us and one heavyset little girl was trying to refine her cannonball. Over in the non-kid sections there were the usual collection of bodies, some quite lovely, but for some reason my appreciation of eyecandy has gone down a lot recently. Not sure why.

We got back into dry clothes and I dropped Omaha off, then Kouryou-chan and I found a little cafe' where she had a cookie and I had an iced coffee, then we walked over to a park and waited. We told each other outrageous stories, where I would start with some ridiculous premise: "Once upon a time, a little girl swallowed a frog..." "Once upon a time, a little girl woke up to find she had butterfly wings..." and Kouryou-chan would have to finish the story. It was much fun.

Omaha was done a little more than an hour later, so we went home. After dinner, Omaha and I just sat together and snuggled; we had so little energy there wasn't much more we could do. Kouryou-chan played outside. Despite all the exercise she'd had that day, she was annoyingly hard to convince to go to bed on time. I cleaned up the kitchen, played a little Opposing Force, and went to bed.