Tuesday we headed out for the beach again, and again we managed to set up in our usual spot. The weather forecast had been talking about the possibility of more rain for the following day but you would never know it by how Tuesday was turning out. If anything, it was even hotter than the day before. If it was going to rain tomorrow I was hoping it would hold off long enough so we could finally play some mini-golf for Sam’s sake.
It was a beautiful beach day but it kept bothering me that it might rain tomorrow. I was thinking about this as Sam dutifully swept the area around our tent for the occasional coin. Finally, I decided we better change plans. If we stretch out the day at the beach and if it rains on Wednesday, this would put off the mini-golf until Thursday and that’s a lot to ask of Sam. So, we wrapped it up early and headed back to the cottage to get cleaned up.
It was mid-afternoon on a still beautiful day when we headed off to play golf. For years, we played in the center of Hyannis, just as I had when I was small. But when we arrived in that town a few years back, much to our dismay, the mini-golf was gone. In it’s place was a large, blokish store selling beach paraphernalia. How unique- there aren't very many of those at the Cape. Anyway, since then, we’ve gone golfing at a place called “Skull Island”.
It turned out to be a smart idea to leave the beach early. First of all, the family was reasonably rested, so having to play a game while anyone was grouchy seemed unlikely. Secondly, when we went in to get the clubs and balls, there was no crowd. Normally, we would have to wait in a line (actually more like a mob) as we waited to play, and the only thing worse than playing mini-golf with a grouchy crew is a playing with a grouchy crew after waiting in a loud, sweaty "line" only to end up in front of another grouchy crew breathing down your neck throughout the whole course. But without a crowd, we seemed to be in the clear on that score. Everyone was in a pretty good mood. But still, sometimes even in the best of moods it’s not unusual for some of us to get tired or bored somewhere near the last third of the course. This is usually announced with a “...whatever”, as someone’s ball continues to roll past the hole with each stroke. Pretty soon, strokes are approaching double digits and then balls are being directed into the hole with a foot before they move on to the next hole dragging their club behind them. But there was none of that this time. It went pretty well.
From mini golf, we went to get something to eat- our second and last dining-out experience while on vacation. This time, it meant sitting around a table outside and eating things like chowder and cole slaw and fried clam strips and drinking soda. I don’t remember what anyone else had.
Tonight would be game night so we headed back and once again flopped down at the cottage and settled in for a low key evening. I was going to consult the to-do list but figured I would wait until after we played some games. Sam made himself at home in the recliner and again watched Spongebob (I think it was the one where Plankton was trying to steal the krabby patty formula). Helaina, Rachael, Jake and I played "Catch Phrase" up until bedtime.
Making plans for tomorrow would have to wait for tomorrow.
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