The second day in New Hampshire was even more packed than the first. After sleeping in just a bit (although the oldest boy told me that it was no longer morning at 10am, since he'd apparently been up for hours), we were up and at 'em. The morning and early afternoon involved a whole lot of piano playing/singing/dancing in the living room (including some serious attempts at some serious Mozart and Schubert duets, because why not?), a whole lot of swimming and splashing around down by the pool, a trip to the grocery for E. and me, and while others went on a walk, the making of many parts of a dinner. I made the only slightly fancy thing I know how to - fish (grilled, this time, with the help of A.'s brother-in-law) with a red wine reduction butter sauce. Mm. Fiddleheads and foraged greens were also provided, in addition to grilled veggies prepped by yours truly, residual potato leek vegan soup from the night before, and some rock tripe (including, perhaps, a few rocks).
And then the night antics began. It started out with just a quiet guitar sing-a-long, a few mysterious card tricks, and some innocent Lady G's... which quickly devolved into Lady B's (when Sarah B. accidentally subbed rum for gin in her drinks) and then Lady M's (when yours truly accidentally subbed vodka for St. Germain...). So we politely decided to retire to an area farther away from sleeping children, namely, the pond. Most were going skinny dipping, but E. and I decided that we would neither skinny nor dip, so in our clothing, we decided to take out the canoe. Of course it was promptly overturned by Sarah B. (under the guise of joining us). Hooting and hollering ensued, and at this point I decided I was too sleepy for all this, swam back to shore, and lamely went back to take a shower. Long, nutty, vibrant day. Not done justice at all here.
We've been on island and on mountain... next up, on sea?
