The Last Days

The family at the beach.

My last three days in Connecticut weren’t quite as exciting as the first couple. On Sunday, we went to the beach. It was rather pleasant – I love ocean beaches, and I collected a few nice shells. We also had an awesome lunch from the deli in the little park village just down the shore. Overall, though, it was pretty uneventful, save for both my mother and myself getting massive sunburns. I’m still in a good deal of pain, even two full days later.

On Sunday evening, the adults went out to dinner; this left me, my brother, and my sister to babysit four rambunctious toddlers and small children. We managed okay, though, and we got paid in pizza, which was excellent.

On Monday, we didn’t get up to much of anything; I didn’t want to move, due to being crispy all over, so I drew instead, prompting endless questions from the kids, as long as their attention span could keep them hovering over my shoulder – about five minutes at a time over a period of several hours. My aunt and uncle gave me a beautiful journal and some inking pens that evening, as a graduation gift.

The next morning (that being today), we got up rather early, as my aunt and uncle’s family was leaving early in the morning to catch a flight out of state to visit some of their relatives. I took some pictures of a bird in the backyard, and then we drove home. I spent a while writing on my laptop in the backseat, but then my battery died and I was left to listen to Franz Ferdinand on loop again.

Oh, the joys of monotonous travel…