Dane is visiting his granny this week. We have a basketball. There's a hoop set up on what used to be the tennis court. He brought his penny board and a scooter. There's an exercise path behind the local elementary school. He rides around that about three times to my twice.
We found a pogo stick for $3.00 at the Habitat for Humanity store. He has been practicing with that while I fix dinner and can watch him out the window. He said he wanted the pogo stick because he wants to be "cool." (Oh, honey, you have a hard life ahead of you.)
And then there is the lake. He loves to swim. I am pretty sure if we did nothing else but stayed in the water for his entire visit, he would not have any complaints.
Yesterday, my sister came over with her grandson who is visiting from California this week. We thought it would be good to get the two rather socially awkward young men together. (That's my thought, not my sister's -- although if I asked her she would probably agree.) Dane is 11. Cy is 12 and a good foot taller than Dane. We took them to play mini golf, then out to lunch, then down to the lakefront bikeway with board and scooter. They wore themselves out while my sister and I had a nice walk and talk.
After they left, Dane and I went for a swim and then had a movie night.
The temps are supposed to go back into the 90's today so I am thinking a lake day is on the agenda.
Being retired means I can sleep all next week. My sister is still working. I don't know how she copes.