Like there will ever be no more adventures... seriously. Every day is another one.
But the last two scheduled adventures are concluded.
Mr B's choice was going to a local town that is on a working canal. You get to watch the boats go by, play in the wake at the shore (in one teeny little spot, anyway), and while the town is small (like, three streets by three streets), it is charming. And there's shopping.
I notice more when the boys want to go shopping, probably because it is counter to the cultural expectations. The girls also want to buy souvenirs, so it isn't like they're not shopping, too. So, the boys wanted to see swords, and boats. And the girls wanted to see sharks, and baseball. And everyone wants to bring home something about the place they went.
As you may have guessed, the other adventure (Miss R's) was a baseball game. Our team lost, but at least there was a little excitement before the game was over (other than wincing when the guy a few seats over kept standing up and yelling at the ump, the first base coach, the outfielders, our team, their team, the kid who caught two foul balls, you name it... the kid was good natured about it, I think they had an ongoing thing, both seemed like season pass holders).
Miss R definitely liked the game. What surprised me a bit was how much Miss M liked it. She had a glove on and was waiting for any foul ball that might come her way (there were many - MInor League, and we were right over the dugout, nice seats - somewhat dangerous, gotta watch the ball, but nice).
The boys tolerated the game, with good grace most of the time. Not sportos, those two. The girls are more likely to want to do sport-sports, soccer or something. Mr B, maybe, possibly. But Miss M and Miss R, definitely.
Okay, so the girls also want to do a bunch of other things. And we're not really sports-oriented, much. Fencing counts, and riding ... well, riding is more of an activity than a sport, since we don't do competitions except for fun.
So now, the adventures for the summer are done. Everyone has had their turn (except us, I suppose, though I did get that extra day off myself). My dad's health is improving, and we're heading smack into school - supplies purchased, schedules adjusted (er, sorta - the bus time for Mr G is going to be quite the shock for him...).
Now on to the school-year adventures... uh, ACK! Dang, I don't think I'm ready (ready for them to go back, yes, not ready enough to make it smooth). Sigh.