Last night a bunch of the young people from Sydney’s community got together to play volleyball. As I learned last time we visited, there is apparently nothing that gets me more excited than the possibility of playing volleyball. I don’t think I was this excited when I played in 7th grade, but team sporting events can be a bit rare in adult life, and I’m not so bad that I get in the way of my own fun. So, after two hours of very tiring sand volleyball, Nelson, Sydney, and I creaked our way home (Sydney wondering whether his sore back was really up for this, and me discovering that my hips were suddenly protesting all of that crouching and lunging). We haven’t been getting our usual Ithaca exercise, so we were probably a bit out of shape 🙂 But I had a great time, and am looking forward to another opportunity, whenever it might come.
Katherine, by the way, very much wanted to play in the sand (I didn’t know it was going to be a big sandbox! I thought we’d be on grass!), but with enough helpful babysitters and room to roam she soon tuckered herself out in un-volleyball pursuits. We all slept hard.