Sonburned

After over 270 pages of Air War College yesterday, I still had about fifty more to read, but figured I should at least spend part of my hard earned DTRA Field Grade Officer of the Quarter One-Day Three-Day Pass (long story) with my family. Since it was about four hundred and seventy-three degrees out, I thought we might all go swimming, but since school is still in session, the pools (with the requisite teenage lifeguard workforce) don't open until 4pm. So we instead went back to a neighborhood 'sprayground' Ainsley had taken the kids to last week.

Ryan again had a blast, though Erin didn't seem to enjoy sitting in an inch of water in a funny hat. There were some older kids there (~6-9) acting like ick-prays with water pistols and such, but Ryan held his own. Watering can.

Got everyone home and to bed, then rode my bike to the library to study and watch video lectures on my computer. Got home late, just as the family van was heading down Pocomoke, so Ryan got to see me in action (and ask if I had a good ride today).

Unfortunately, getting upstairs and ready for a shower revealed the sunscreen we'd used was either not powerful enough, eight years too old, or comes off in heavy-duty fountain spray far too easily. Though only his shoulders got it, my entire back looked like salsa.

So we'll stick to indoor pools from now on.

Or Ryan's spray rubber animals in the tub.