Train tracks, through cities, and across major roadways, may be one of Western civilization's worst engineering decisions. - Jay Scott
Seriously, we had a good trip to visit my parents, but I cannot say it was perfect. Taking nearly an extra hour to get there on Thursday because of a later start, train and traffic delays and a few slow pokes, didn't make a perfect start. Doc's Town wasn't open and Fiona got into a mood, but that's manageable. Slept reasonably well there, but a strange bed makes extra aches which takes a bit away from the fun.
Still, the lake was going to be fun. That is, until dad was stung twice by wasps who had a nest in the fire wood box, the same place he was stung while getting some wood last weekend. Didn't realize it was there either time. While tending his new welts, the fire wanes and smoke drifts toward the steps, where a second swarm emerges from another. Nest. Cue paternal nightmare fuel as Fiona comes out the door, eagerly carrying food for our wiener roast.
After only getting buzzed, dad and I got her to go back in but had no way to prevent her from being sent out a second time, which she was. By a second small miracle, we got her to go back in again, and try to let them know what was going on. No one else was stung, the hot dogs were great, they had fun at the beach and in the lake while I had some peace in the yard by myself, but the family photo never was made after those buzz-kills.
Fiona liked the Market Square in Swift Current on Saturday and we enjoyed ourselves, but her balloon popped and her popcorn blew out of her hands into traffic. The balloon want a big deal but the popcorn was enough to upset her. Myself, I felt bad for her, but am so thankful she listened the first time I told her to let it go. No wasp stings and no three-year-old running into traffic is good enough for me.
The cotton candy and afternoon in the park made up for it and the day finished alright. Made it home today in good time, with the train delaying us five minutes, instead of 20+, like on Thursday. Good to be done for another year.