the ocean

Yesterday I went with my sister's family to the pool and the batting cage. And also to Chili's, but for once this isn't a post about Chili's. (The skillet queso remains my passion.) It was a hot day and nice to be in the water but apparently a lot of people felt that way so there wasn't an empty lounge chair anywhere in sight. And my spray-on sunscreen had some weird reaction with the water and ended up curling up into sticky little balls all over my skin, which seemed less than ideal. I've sort of realized that pools aren't really that much fun as an adult without alcohol, which to be fair can be said about a lot of things.

The batting cage was actually fairly great, despite the creeping realization that I had no idea who else had worn that batting helmet or what might have been going on with their hair. At first I was absolute shit out there, even at the "slow baseball" setting, but I slowly got into the swing of things, pun 100% intended. By the time we left I had successfully socked a few dingers, which made me feel good about myself. My niece had an existential crisis about her future in tee ball, but I think we managed to work through that with promises of Chili's. (Damn, I guess maybe this IS a post about Chili's.)

Today I had a brunch with some friends and am now puttering about the house. Yes, puttering. I'm very concerned about our plants in this heat wave.