Water water everywhere…

Yesterday The Chestnut and I were at the Horsey Girl's for an afternoon swim, when HG said, 'hey, I was going to take the kids to a waterpark tomorrow. Want to come?' I instantly had visions of all of us laughing with joy as we flew down twisting slides, and I said yes. I didn't notice The Chestnut looking at me with abject horror on her face.

I also didn't remember the hell of Great Wolf Lodge.

So I looked at The Chestnut. 'You're coming too.' She tried to fight, claiming Bikram Yoga as an excuse, but I wasn't having any of it. If I'm going to go through misery today, I'm going to drag those closest to me into it as well.

The three of us are taking our combined army of Smalls and Mediums to a waterpark in Fishkill, New York. Just as as aside, where does a town like Fishkill get its name from, and more importantly, why? Why would anyone name a town Fishkill? Even thinking about the name makes my nostrils clench in defence.

Luckily, I have to be home by six. I say luckily, because an afternoon in a waterpark is more than enough for any normal human being.

But secretly I am thrilled we are doing this. My kids have been in day camp for most of the summer, and our final week of vacation is time for some fun stuff with Mummy. Other plans for the week include fruit picking at local farms, kayaking at Longshore, and barbeques at the beach.

Speaking of fruit picking, my garden is doing exceptionally well, and the deer have left it alone these past few weeks. The edamame are growing, we have been eating kohl rabi, zucchini and beets. I also have nine cucumbers in my fridge, and am rather dismayed that there are five more that look like they'll be ready to pick any second now. What's a girl supposed to do with nine cucumbers? Keep it clean, please. I will post recipes shortly for cold cucumber soups and cucumber and dill salad, but I've run out of inspiration and would welcome any fabulous recipes...

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