The pile of improbably-colored sneakers is gone, the doorknobs are de-stickified, and the two-inch-deep aggregate of popcorn has been scraped from the kitchen floor. The house is silent.
The grandsons are now home, returned to the bosom of New Jersey.
After this past weekend’s family wedding, the two older boys stayed behind for a few days with the older generation. And we all did pretty darn well, in spite of being in the middle of a relentless heat wave.
We love our small New England town, but it doesn’t exactly offer a Disney World of activities. Still, in two and a half days we did manage to come up with:
- One-on-one basketball at the Y (Indoor of course, with the temp outside at
- A dip in the town pond (Which, in spite of the weeds, received an enthusiastic seal of approval from these pool-raised boys.)
- Par 3 golf for one grandson (In which Grandma learned that a thirteen-year-old with absolutely no experience can sink a putt from twelve feet away, while she is still challenged by a distance of eight inches.)
- Batting cages for grandboy #2 (In which Grandpa later learned why he reeely should have stretched out beforehand.)
- An evening cheering the Red Sox’s minor league team, the Paw Sox, in Road
Island (It was no-peanut night, so Grandma’s smuggled bags of peanuts went
untouched, but we did manage to consume our share of pizza, hot dogs, and
- The new movie Ant Man (Quite good is spite of all that dialogue and those icky romantic scenes.)
- And an afternoon of go-karts followed by time in the facility’s blissfully air-conditioned arcade.
that go-karts are better left to the younger set.)
I learned that I truly am terrible at Stratego, Crazy Eights can become addictive, and even if I do have a Masters in English, anyone in the family can beat me at Scrabble.
We also experienced the glorious stillness that can settle upon a house with an iPad for each member, we rediscovered old Marx Brothers movies, and we remembered that kids put to bed don’t necessarily stay put to bed.
Everyone bounced back quickly when we delivered them home, but once back in Massachusetts, Grandpa and I have become reacquainted with the joy of napping.