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Water Fight

It’s 90 degrees outside today. It’s as if summer wanted to go out with a bang.

So what do you do when simply stepping outside makes your skin burn?

You hang by the pool in your bathsuit, for starters.

And most importantly…

You start a water balloon fight with your unsuspecting father.

Impact incoming!

I missed. Dad finds that hilarious.

He instantly fires back.

His aim is even worse than mine, his balloon ends in the pool. My turn to tease him.

This time, I take my time to aim.

Account for the small breeze…

And shoot!

Perfect form.

Time stops for a fraction of a second…

… and…

Gotcha!

Dad is distraught, and soaked in cold water.

I’m pretty proud of myself.

After that, Dad doesn’t want to play anymore, so instead I go play with the sprinkler system.

Don’t worry though, Karma gets me in the end. This heat is welcome for me, but it’s also exhausting.

Willow Creek Park

On an overcast day, Dad, Cleo and I head to Willow Creek’s central park with Gram. The plan is just to take a walk around the park at first, but as we get there, it turns out there’ s a number of other activities we are interested in.

“Look Gram! That’s the last relic I found the other day! It’s really interesting because… well, do you see that indent above the llama’s eye?”

Grandma knows a lot about many things, but she never got around to studying archeology. I’m proud beyond what words can say to be able to show her my work and watch her nod as she learns more.

We hang by the stream for a while. Gram does ask us why Cyril didn’t come with, but the truth is, Cyril like his bedroom more than the outside world. Sometimes, Cleo laughs, she wonders if he doesn’t love his bedroom more than her twin.

Then we have a try at the rollerskating rink nearby.

I’m not too sure about it.

Not too sure at all. In fact, I keep falling.

Being hungry doesn’t help. I order a nice, refreshing fruit parfait at the nearest food stall.

Just the right amount of healthy calories!

Back to roller-skating with Gram.

I’m getting better at this.

In fact, I’m enjoying it a whole lot.

Mom is back from work, and she joins us directly at the park.

There are only four people skating around on that rink, and it looks like Mom is already sort of familiar with one of them. I’ve never seen her before myself, though she definitely looks familiar.

In any case she’s friendly, and better than us at skating, so she helps Mom. It’s sort of a weird sight, like a mother with a child, though they look about the same age.

I wouldn’t mind some help, too.

We’re all just very bad at this.

Warm Evening

Dad hasn’t stopped changing today. From casual outfit to his summer outfit, to his work outfit. Which means that, like a grown-up, bearded, Hop o’ My Thumb, he’s made his path around the house pretty clear. I sort of wish he’d used actual stones instead of dirty T-shirts.

I’m planning on winning the daughter of the year award, so I gather all of the dirty clothes and go up to the washing machines upstairs. I like this corner anyway, and not just because this is where we store the fun holiday decorations.

There were already some clothes waiting to be taken out of the dryer there. Definitely winning that daughter of the year award.

The day is ending and the heat is dying down. Our house looks orange with the last sunlight, and the Pride decoration we never took down shine bright.

Mim and I enjoy this cooler evening on the swings. Like children, we compete on who’ll get the highest.

We’re sort of limited by the fence that is right in front of the swings. Talk about poor placement.

The heat at work was too much for Dad to handle.

It’s on these types of evenings you’re happy you have a pool.

And a cat. You always need a cat to cuddle in your life.

Hot Summer Day

The heatwave continues. I don’t know how Mom can deal with syrupy pancakes for breakfast, I opted for fruit salad and it was the best.

Dad spends most of the day playing with our sprinkler system.

Nounou, though he looks blasé as ever, is also enjoying the water.

Dad’s still a kid at heart.

He does go out to check the mail. I sort of wish he wouldn’t show his silly blue straw hat to the outside world, but he is a dad after all.

I’ve received a few more packages of ancient items to authenticate for the museum.

I don’t envy Cyril and Cleo, having to go to school under this heat. Don’t get me wrong, I love heat, but…

I’m happy I’m able to make the most of the sun napping by the swimming pool instead.

Humor, Hijinks, and Thunderstorm

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After unearthing the Humor and Hijinks fireworks from the attic, I sort of want to explore such an event myself — and I mean not as a fetus.

And what do you know? That very day I get a SimBook notification about an event in the Arts District… The Humor and Hijinks festival is in town! I don’t even take the time to change, and happily drag my siblings out and straight to San Myshuno.

Unfortunately, while the sun is shining bright in Newcrest… San Myshuno is experiencing a thunderstorm. And we all forgot our umbrellas, but you know what? We’ll still make the most of the day.

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A whole crowd of people surprised by the rain. One of the festival-goers went ahead and stripped down to shower in the rain. Someone’s not quite sober from Pride Day yet.

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“Come on Cyril, chin up! We’re going to have a great time!”

“Speak for yourself, ban-Hannah, I’m going inside the Art Gallery.”

“Since when do you care about art?”

“I really don’t, I just want shelter.”

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I run across Mom’s friend Shanna, who doesn’t mind the rain or fear it might damage her guitar. I can barely hear her over the rain, but it’s magical.

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When she’s done, I finally rush to the colorful stands and stalls of the festival. I have a choice to make between two mystical types of tea. The light or the dark, the jokes or the mischief.

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I could go for mischief. It tastes like guava and grape, in an odd but fun combination. And it’s steaming hot, which is perfect in this weather.

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Its effects are also automatic. I don’t know what’s in it exactly, but I find myself explaining to festival-goers that I’m actually at the head of the San Myshuno mafia.

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We take the opportunity to discover some of the city’s flavors at the food stalls. Cleo is not quite sure what she likes.

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She’s also not a fan of having to choose food while being soaked in the cold, cold rain.

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I am, though. I am loving this atmosphere.

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The festival is over and the twins are now both warming up inside the Art Gallery, but I’m still enjoying the weather.

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Enjoying it a lot.